The idle musings of a former military man, former computer geek, medically retired pastor and now full-time writer. Contents guaranteed to offend the politically correct and anal-retentive from time to time. My approach to life is that it should be taken with a large helping of laughter, and sufficient firepower to keep it tamed!
Monday, April 13, 2026
Memes that made me laugh 307
Gathered from around the Internet over the past week. Click any image for a larger view.
More next week.
Peter
7 comments:
Anonymous
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Many men have been injured by IUDS, or to be more precise, a lack thereof . . .
A cute little piggy will transmogrify faster and become a much bigger, meaner, uglier feral pig if it can eat a Muzzy early in its transmogrification process. I think we Need a lot more seriously mean, ugly feral Hawgs..
New Guy - We would send the New Guy to the tool crib to get some prop wash. Sometimes the tool crib attendant would tell the New Guy they were out and send the New Guy to another tool crib looking for it. Upon occasion, the New Guy would make it all the way out to the flight-line before someone would clue them in.
Chief sent a buddy of mine to get a tube of relative bearing grease. He grabbed me (because I had a car) and we went to the base exchange. After we came back, he went to the chief and said that supply was all out but he managed to get an approved substitute lubricant - then put a tube of KY jelly on the chief's desk. Chief nodded gravely before everyone broke up laughing. That tube of KY jelly stayed on the chief's desk from then on.
At a base near SF, a friend was sent to get the Relative Bearing grease, but having learned about these previously, he got from stores an (empty) can of Relative Bearing Compass oil, which is whale oil and carefully preserved, and told the chief that most of it had spilled out on the way back. The sh*t that hit the fan then was spectacular, and they didn't send him out on snipe hunts again. John in Indy
7 comments:
Many men have been injured by IUDS, or to be more precise, a lack thereof . . .
A cute little piggy will transmogrify faster and become a much bigger, meaner, uglier feral pig if it can eat a Muzzy early in its transmogrification process.
I think we Need a lot more seriously mean, ugly feral Hawgs..
New Guy - We would send the New Guy to the tool crib to get some prop wash. Sometimes the tool crib attendant would tell the New Guy they were out and send the New Guy to another tool crib looking for it. Upon occasion, the New Guy would make it all the way out to the flight-line before someone would clue them in.
Some really good ones today!
Prop wash, 30 yards of flight line, the possibilities are endless. On carriers we could post newbies to the mail buoy watch.
--Tennessee Budd
Chief sent a buddy of mine to get a tube of relative bearing grease. He grabbed me (because I had a car) and we went to the base exchange. After we came back, he went to the chief and said that supply was all out but he managed to get an approved substitute lubricant - then put a tube of KY jelly on the chief's desk. Chief nodded gravely before everyone broke up laughing. That tube of KY jelly stayed on the chief's desk from then on.
At a base near SF, a friend was sent to get the Relative Bearing grease, but having learned about these previously, he got from stores an (empty) can of Relative Bearing Compass oil, which is whale oil and carefully preserved, and told the chief that most of it had spilled out on the way back.
The sh*t that hit the fan then was spectacular, and they didn't send him out on snipe hunts again.
John in Indy
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