The guys got tired of hearing his speech knowing he had a regular honey ashore so they got ahold of his skivies in the laundry and soaked them in bleach, dried them in the extractor (dryer), soaked them in bleach, dried, etc., etc.
The hospital corpsman was in on the joke. Needless to say the chief devloped a hell of a rash after putting on his clean shorts from the laundry. When he went to sickbay the corpsman told him he'd never seen anything like it but it looked like a severe case of some sort of VD.
The chief got sent ashore to the base hospital and missed movement when the ship pulled out.
Then there were the cops in San Diego that used to ticket sailors driving off the base until someone used a ship's fire control radar to smoke the cop's radar.
One of the country music stations in Norfolk used to get drowned out by a ship's WRT-1 emergency transmitter tuned to the station's frequency.
Just another day at the office.
He was on guard duty at the base gate when a young private came waking up after being out on leave all night. Liddy asked him where he had been, and the kid told him he had been in Tiajuana (not sure of town). Liddy, said "I hope you were not with any of the ladies down there because there is a raging clap being spread around"
Shaken, the kid admitted that he had been with one of the street ladies and wanted to know what to do. Liddy told him to lather his johnson in vasoline and then wrap it in toilet paper, keep it that way for a week.
A couple of days later the company officer called for a clap inspection where all the company had to line up and drop their drawers.
Liddy said he could hardly stand up from laughing so hard when the officer looked at the mess hanging between the kid's legs and said "What the hell is that!?"