Posted on 12/31/2001 11:22:32 AM PST by stumpy
Hey Marines. Someone posted a favorite drink thread, How many Marines that were stationed on Okinawa (or passed through enroute to the Nam) remember MOJO? For those that never had that experience, let me explain.
Mojo was a secret Japanese weapon designed for the non-violent re-conquest of the Island of Okinawa. It was served in a "typhoon" fifth for a dollar a bottle and you could sit and drink it all night long and carry on an "intelligent" conversation. Once you stood up, you were in deep "doo-doo".
I personally "walked" off the roof of a bar looking for a taxi after a "few" typhoon fifths.
Let's hear some more "MOJO" night stories for this New Years.
hmmmm... I can't remember now.
Stumpy, thanks for the background on Mojo. I always wondered what was up with that stuff. Anyone know the "ingredients"??
Will be interseting to hear these MOJO stories.
He's got some, himself.
Oh God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams!
Thanks! I know what making for the New Year's party!
But I'll bet you have a Marine story....
Thanks for the memories.
Mojo Jojo?
welll they took him back proceed to take him home or so CARL says...
Now for the FUN PART...
shortly thereafter on the base's BULLENTIN BOARD.a series of STRANGE PHOTOS turned UP!!!
It showed said Sarg in a FETAL POSTION WITH NO CLOTHES ON!!!! ROFL.... The top Sarg NEVER COULD figure out WHO TOOK THOSE PHOTOS!!!! ROFL:-))))
As a young Marine, I spent a few days at Camp Sukeran one time, so naturally first chance we get, my buddy and I head out for the vil to check out the babes and drink some of the local saki.
Long story short, we ended up on the second floor of some gadawful bar in downtown Naha that night, both got plastered as hell, and I wake up in the Naval Hospital the next morning with two broken legs.
I hurt like crazy and was carrying a hangover the size of an Ontos. Nobody seems to know how I got there and what happened me, except that my buddy brought me in and then left right away to make company roll call at 0530.
Soon as evening visitors call sounds, my buddy shows up and I asked what the hell happened last night.
He says "Your raggedy rear end was so drunk last night that you bet that mommasan $20 bucks that you could jump out that window and fly all the way around that building. She took the bet and you gave it a try."
"Thanks a lot, pal" I said. "Why the hell didn't you try to stop me."
"Well," he says "I was so messed up that I kinda thought you could do it ... so I had a sawbuck riding on you myself."
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