Read Post #157160 then 157174 then 157200 then 157218 then 157259 before this Roast Post.
All the confidence shaken from you at 19 going on 24 you enlist in the Marines and ask for Helicopter or Submarine duty. The recruiter looks at you like you just fell of a GRNO lemon truck and says go join the pansy Navy little boy.
You walk out again feeling like mommies apron boy and with biscuit and gravy on your face. You walk down to the Navy recruiting office.
The recruiter takes one look at you and says can I pop that zit for you freckle face. Then he says...oh thats your face...sorry.
He sits you down and has you fill out an application.
Name: Jimy Doo Little
Occupation: Slug
Hobbies: Breakdancing.
Skills: Stealing Shorts
Ok Jimy that is all we need.
You report to Naval Training Center San Diego, California at the age of 19 soon to turn 17 the next day you report for duty.
You show up and they yell at you all the time. Jimy is fat, Jimy is short...Jimy is short a lot, Jimy is way short. The teasing is more than you can take.
You throw a punch and judy at your Company Commander Leslie TUBR Jackson who only wears one white glove on the parade ground....
He goes down in a heap with his hospital gown still on. He calls the MP's who throw you in the EVCC ward to cool off.
Next...Man I am getting tired of these post numbers.
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