Posted on 10/17/2005 6:16:44 AM PDT by joesbucks
Ha ha! What a great story! I bet that didn't endear you much to the Drill Instructors... ;-)
LMAO! I have to save this thread and read it to my husband.
Every morning I have to do the 7th grade school check:
1. Is there a belt?
2. Are the boxers showing?
3. Are the bottoms touching the floor?
I can't argue, when he feels a size smaller would bother him, (You know where). But, he's not leaving without inspection.
About 3 years ago he went to rollerblading lessions. One of the instructors was constantly pulling up his "Droopy Draws". My observation was that this always interfered with the lession. I was glad when he wasn't assigned to my son's group. And to me, that was his name, Droopy Draws.
Look at what today's fashions say and where they find their influences.
Fortunately for us the drills never saw us before we left the reception center. By the time we came into their awesome presence we all had uniforms and GI haircuts.
Basically a sub-group of hip-hop/ghetto style, which sends the message of anti-intellectual, a particularly crass form of materialism,sexual promiscuity and nothing to lose.
The can scares me!
I have to approach it cautiously and quietly and with all due stealth, armed with a VERY large serving spoon.
Then I pick my target, between the two arrows, take aim, and push down on the spoon as hard as I can . . .
. . . and nothing happens until I move the spoon to a non-indicated location and get ready to stab the can again. Then the can pops and startles Dennis, who has by then come over to see what I'm sneaking up on this time.
Yep.
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