Now, just you wait a minute! The way I heard it was:
An old Submarine Sailor walked into a bar, sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. As he sat sipping his drink, a young woman sat down next to him. She turned to the Submariner saw his dolphins and asked, "Are you a real Submariner?"
He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life, riding boats. Snorkeling, deep dives, Diesel Boats, Nuclear Power, Med Runs, Arctic Runs, SPECOPS, WESTPACs. Runs to the Caribbean, Holy Loch, Rota, Guam, 2 day runs, 6 month deployments, been through the ditch, and up to the pole. Pearl, La Madd, Fort Lauderdale, San Juan, tracking ruskies, dodging P-3s. Been depth charged, torpedoed, tracked with Active Sonar, detected by SOSUS, built them, decommissioned them, overhauled them, re-commissioned them. Been a Blue Nose, a Shellback, and a Golden Dragon. Blown from test depth, gone emergency deep, rode Tridents, 688s, 637s, 594's, Skipjack class, drug runs, liquor runs, crazy Ivans, been in trail, used a Steinke hood. Been through the tower, dodged Russian air power, fought flooding, fires, reactor scrams. Drove boats, stood watch on the RPCP, BCP, SCP, and ECP, so I guess I am a Submariner.
She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that just about everything makes me think of women."
The two sat sipping in silence.
A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old Submariner looked at his dolphins and asked, "Are you a real Submariner?"
He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out I'm a lesbian."
Anchors away, indeed!
Ok ok, I laughed. Thanks!
Me too, 'cept I've got a strapless strap-on, LOL.
A Submariner (SS) walks into a bar and and sees a Sweet Young Thing (SYT) at the bar. He walks up to her, and tries to start a conversation:
(SS) Hi, do you wanna dance?
(SYT) Sorry, I don't dance.
(SS) OK, can I buy you a drink?
(SYT) I already have one.
(SS) Can I sit here and talk a while?
(SYT) No, I'm expecting to meet someone.
(SS) Oh. Well, do you want to have sex?
Whereupon, the SYT picks up a beer bottle and breaks it over his head. As he lies bleeding on the floor, he's is heard to say:
(SS) I suppose a BJ is completely out of the question?