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I just keep coming back to the idea that at least, thanks to OSHA, he had steel-toed boots!
Cheers,
Sirhr
Reminds me of some poor sumbitch on my first Carrier that got the human waffle treatment under a JBD a week before his wedding. Some teeth and an elbow was recognizable.![]()
I had a roomy stationed on a carrier in the 80s. Said severe injuries, deaths, or lost overboards, happened on almost every long cruise. Was that about right?
Verge of tears. My wife is sitting here looking at me asking what's the matter why I'm laughing my ass off on your comment.
I hope that Turkey shits all over your porch pal.
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She's like 76 now and starting to look like Joan Rivers. But I'd still hit. Always thought she was beautiful as all get out. Damn fine looking woman (in her day).
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Yup, its a small floating town. Had a young sailor get his legs lopped off by a JBD, he was only 19 in the Navy for a minute. Multiple deaths, everything from heart attacks, suicides, and work related injuries. Other than that I did a lot of sewing, guys like to bonk their heads on the back of parked aircraft or trying to jump over knee knockers and get rung the fuck out. I decomm'ed the Independence.
Her clit is much larger.![]()
Agreed. I'd still hit that like a retard with a new drum set. We're getting old man...
Yeah, if I caused that to happen I'm sorry.
Could you imagine though? Having bragging rights on "I screwed Raquel Welch".
I had a chance to make out with Stephanie Seymour when she was in her prime -- but I fudged it up. Over the top dirty talking, leaning in more and more, finally our lips were about half an inch apart and she was about to kiss me -- and I backed up! Looking back it's a wonder I was able to hold down a job because clearly I'm mentally handicapped. But it gets worse. At the time, I was at work and she was a customer. Her pro surfer boyfriend was waiting in the parking lot. All I could think about was him getting impatient and walking in, seeing us making out, starting a fight, and me losing my job. I was dirt freaking poor, always struggling to make rent, working my way through university. I literally was so freaked out about losing my job I passed on kissing one of the world's top supermodels. So here's how it gets worse. She wrote me a personal cheque. As a tip. For flirting. This was not a job were tips were given. It was specifically discussed. The cheque was for flirting with her. A supermodel. So of course I don't cash the cheque. I immediately put it away as an awesome souvenir of my salad days (1J04 has memories of his prison salad tossing days -- this is not the same thing). Decades later my wife and I are going through old boxes doing some spring cleaning and I come across this personal cheque from Stephanie Seymour. And as I'm about to show off to my wife I finally take a look at the thing -- no, I never did, it was a memento, but why look, it was a cheque I knew I would never cash -- and lo and behold there is her home phone number. Good grief. I could have rang her. So I may be the dumbest loser here. And came THIS CLOSE to insane bragging rights.
I had a roomy stationed on a carrier in the 80s. Said severe injuries, deaths, or lost overboards, happened on almost every long cruise. Was that about right?
No photo shopped pics of Raquel man. There's a million of them out there. That ain't her body. Her clit is much larger.![]()
I may have been PUI ,, I deleted the pic if you will delete the quote noone else will have to see it,,
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I had a chance to make out with Stephanie Seymour when she was in her prime -- but I fudged it up. Over the top dirty talking, leaning in more and more, finally our lips were about half an inch apart and she was about to kiss me -- and I backed up! Looking back it's a wonder I was able to hold down a job because clearly I'm mentally handicapped. But it gets worse. At the time, I was at work and she was a customer. Her pro surfer boyfriend was waiting in the parking lot. All I could think about was him getting impatient and walking in, seeing us making out, starting a fight, and me losing my job. I was dirt freaking poor, always struggling to make rent, working my way through university. I literally was so freaked out about losing my job I passed on kissing one of the world's top supermodels. So here's how it gets worse. She wrote me a personal cheque. As a tip. For flirting. This was not a job were tips were given. It was specifically discussed. The cheque was for flirting with her. A supermodel. So of course I don't cash the cheque. I immediately put it away as an awesome souvenir of my salad days (1J04 has memories of his prison salad tossing days -- this is not the same thing). Decades later my wife and I are going through old boxes doing some spring cleaning and I come across this personal cheque from Stephanie Seymour. And as I'm about to show off to my wife I finally take a look at the thing -- no, I never did, it was a memento, but why look, it was a cheque I knew I would never cash -- and lo and behold there is her home phone number. Good grief. I could have rang her. So I may be the dumbest loser here. And came THIS CLOSE to insane bragging rights.
So what you really meant to say is that "I could have rung her", correct?
I just keep coming back to the idea that at least, thanks to OSHA, he had steel-toed boots!
Cheers,
Sirhr