Every once in a while I venture into Faceland. I’m uncomfortable there because I really know very few of the many faces. Some, like Shawn, are intricately woven into my life by chance. She, by virtue of her employ with LawBob Squarepants. Nevertheless, she finds very appropriate pictures to post there. This one is priceless and reminds me of the monsoons 40 + years ago. No one really complained. What good would it do? All that has changes with social media…
Have you ever tried to keep one pair of socks dry? Have you ever had to put a rubber over the tip of your rifle to keep it from filling up with water?
This is my weapon-not my gun-this is for killing-this is(holding penis) for fun… Only in boot camp can they get away with this crap. The redneck DI used to make us dry shave using razors out of the trash can. My entire company was from CA. We were called queers and sissys. This was our punishment for being from CA. I made a oath to God I will never go back to KY…
How soon we forget the military admonition. Do you not remember making the fatal mistake of referring to your M-16 as a gun? The TI would almost always make us hold it above our heads for an hour with one hand and our crotch with the other screaming “This is my rifle and it is for war! This is my gun and it is for fun!” Therefore the use of the word rifle. Old habits die hard.
I have two sons, which were both planned , so yes I have experienced putting a rubber over the tip of my gun. LMAO.