I humbly offer my apologies for blaspheming a sacred Friday ritual that our esteemed readers and of Irish’s thought in bad taste. All I can say it might happen again, I am and always be a twisted bastard and enjoy pushing the envelope. In the wizened words of our most toolness benefactor, BFYTW.
12 thoughts on “I offer my atonement for yesterday’s attempt at parody of Irish’s FFF…”
LMAO!
Hey, it was the thought that counted
And here I was hoping that you recovered from your psychotic break.
Seems like I always reach too high.
Death, I like my psychotic state… I don’t fight my demons anymore, I feed them.
You don’t suffer from insanity, you enjoy every minute of it!
Words of wisdom from my DI at basic: “Yo nevah say yo sorry! Or yo surely are!”
It was said as some poor schmuck next to me was about in tears trying to backtrack on a f***up. I was busting a gut trying to keep from laughing, standing at attention, because I knew that they could scream in our ears, but they COULDN’T TOUCH ME. It was “Yes Sir!” “No Sir!” “No excuse Sir!” Otherwise, keep yer piehole shut and do what you are told to do. Doing that made the rest of basic an easy cruise. And I can still hear that forty something years later.
On my way to basic training in ’64, a wise man(Dad an Army Airforce WWII vet), said “Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut”. Stood me in good stead during that time.
And never ever volunteer for anything. Though there are rare exceptions to that rule. When my DI asked us if anyone here could type I nearly sprained my shoulder getting my hand up. I got to sit in his office polishing his shoes while everyone else scrubbed the place with toothbrushes.
You damn near exceeded the weight limit of the internet…
LMAO!
Hey, it was the thought that counted
And here I was hoping that you recovered from your psychotic break.
Seems like I always reach too high.
Death, I like my psychotic state… I don’t fight my demons anymore, I feed them.
You don’t suffer from insanity, you enjoy every minute of it!
Words of wisdom from my DI at basic: “Yo nevah say yo sorry! Or yo surely are!”
It was said as some poor schmuck next to me was about in tears trying to backtrack on a f***up. I was busting a gut trying to keep from laughing, standing at attention, because I knew that they could scream in our ears, but they COULDN’T TOUCH ME. It was “Yes Sir!” “No Sir!” “No excuse Sir!” Otherwise, keep yer piehole shut and do what you are told to do. Doing that made the rest of basic an easy cruise. And I can still hear that forty something years later.
On my way to basic training in ’64, a wise man(Dad an Army Airforce WWII vet), said “Keep your eyes and ears open and your mouth shut”. Stood me in good stead during that time.
And never ever volunteer for anything. Though there are rare exceptions to that rule. When my DI asked us if anyone here could type I nearly sprained my shoulder getting my hand up. I got to sit in his office polishing his shoes while everyone else scrubbed the place with toothbrushes.
You damn near exceeded the weight limit of the internet…
Do I need a wide load sign hanging off my ass?
Maaayyybeeee…
I leave town for one day. sheeesh.