Navy Sea Story

[Neutron]

The year is 1988. We're out at sea doing training. I'm bored and about to go on watch as Reactor Operator. We're at abvout 400 Feet under the ocean surface and I'm on the midwatch (Midnight to about 6am).

The Control room of a nuclear submarine reactor has a REactor Operator (Me), A Throttleman to change steam flow through the propulsion turbine, An Electrical OPerator to monitor the electric plant and a Watch Officer. (Ours was one of the cool officers in the Navy who never could understand why I had more degrees than any two officers combined but elected to stay enlisted) Anyway Mr B was a cool dude. So just prior to watch I tell the Electrical Officer than I can bet him 50 bucks I'll be able to get out of the Control Room WITHOUT getting a relief, AND Mr B will get sick before the night is over. I then proceed to eat 2 dozen hard boiled eggs and about 6 bowls of raisin bran.

Now I really feel ok but I get gas REAL bad. I'm at the Reactor Panel and about 3am I tell Mr B. Man I'm getting ill I gotta take a shit, can you get me a relief. Then I fart. And it was BAD. Over the next hour I keep moaning, and farting. The air is getting REAL Heavy (Imagine being trapped in a room about the size of your bathroom with maybe a closet, with three other men, none who have taken a shower in the last week and one of whom is displaying an amazing array of gastrinomical pyrotechnics). Mr B is desperately calling the forward part of the ship trying to get them to get another nuke to relieve me, it's 3am, so he's not having too much luck. He's saying Bam Bam we'll have someone back soon , just hang in there.
The Electrical Operator is getting real pissed because he never rwalized that he'd also have to suffer while I won my bet. Finally at about 4AM I stand up, Hold my belly, Bend way OVER and rip out an AWESOME fart. This thing was RANK. (Imagine spoiled pork laced with old limburger cheese). I then announce, FUCK MR B. I THINK I SHIT MY PANTS. I turned my back to him, started reaching behind me then pulled a baby ruth bar, VERY melted because I'd had it in my pockets for hours, and said FUCK I DID SHIT MY PANTS. Then proclaimed I was hungry and started eating it. Mr B is GOING NUTS, Yelling and says GO CLEAN YOUR SELF OFF NOW BAM. NOW. JUST FUCKING LEAVE!. As I left I said, Want a Bite and "accidently" plopped a baby ruth nut on him. He threw up and called for a relief for himself.

The next night he found out I was messing with him, and he took it well, except he banned me from eating hard boiled eggs with Rasin Bran and confiscated my stash of Baby Ruths for the rest of the cruise.

Tron

 

[crydun]

laughing my butt off!

you are awesome!!! (and clever too) more, more!!!

 

[tommytikl]

That was good...I wonder how many times Baby Ruths have been
used as poop "decoys"...once cleared a pool out with one LOL

 

[sole seeker]

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[kis123]

The visuals you provided with this story are disgusting, yet hysterical!!!

I would've paid a lot of money just to have been there (less the aromatics, of course!).

 

[Neutron]

LOL

laughing my butt off!

you are awesome!!! (and clever too) more, more!!!

Ok. I'll post another soon. I've been rather ill so I haven't been around.

When ya gonna let me bend ya over and tickle ya love?

kis!! LOL I'll soon write another tale of my submariner days! Thanks dear!

Tron

 

[steph]

funny as heck and disgusting as hell! 😛

XOXO

 

[Dave2112]

Oh geez, Tron...we think alike more than either of us ever realized! This has nothing to do with the Navy...but a Baby Ruth was a big part of one of my old pranks as well.

when I was about 18 or so (those years are kinda hazy), my two buddies and I would hang out at the local Pool, trying to be cool and pick up chicks and shit...you know, just teenage guys being, well, teenage guys...

And one day my buddy Mike and I get this idea to start swimming around in the shallow end with the little kids and let a couple of well-hidden Baby Ruths come out of our shorts and float to the surface as we swam away underwater so as not to be detected. You know the drill...the bars float slowly to the top and wackiness ensues.

Then Mike gets this brilliant idea the second time we tried it...he swims back from our safe point, grabs one of the candy bars while everyone's having a hissy-fit...

...and takes a big bite out of it!!! Right in front of everyone.

Ah...I love being a guy. Chicks never get away with this shit. 😎

Great story, Tron...thanks for sharing.

Oh, and by the way...Happy Veterans Day. 😎

 

[Neutron]

LOL!!

Excellent story Dave,

One of my favorite things to do. After I left thew "Real Navy" for Special Projects I'd get so pissed at the fucking Russians. Because of the nature of our work we couldn't surface or submerge within line of sight of a Russian or Commie Chinese ship. The theory was if they saw us submerge, then a while later saw us surface they could count days and decide what we were up to.

Projects was actually good duty. We didn't have to get haircuts, we didn't have to salute non projects officers and we didn't get our orders from the Navy. The upside of this was during the summer we were always in the shipyard, and because the Navy threw money at our boat we (the Navy guys) rarely had to do any real work work, the yardbirds did it all. (Try EVERY summer OFF in California, it was sex city). The other upside was unlike most warships, we could come home as soon as the CO decided our mission was done.

The downside of course was we couldn't stop in foreign ports (and I really did miss the PI and Australia after I transferred to projects). The OTHER downside of course was when we'd come in if there was a Russian "Trawler" "fishing" outside a naval base we'd have to wait it out. The only exception was if we wanted to surface in the Open ocean.

Now, the Russians had to pick up any trash we chunked overboard. The reason being they hoped some thoughtless squid would accidently throw away classified material.

JUst to show our love for our Soviet Cousins whenever we got a trawler approached us on the surface a bunch of us would shit into bags marked classified then chunk them over board. (After of course given the internationally recognized finger of friendship to our Soviet Friends). The great thing was the average Russian sailor wasn't allowed to open the bags. They'd take it their CO, who would call in the Political officer, and at least one other higher official (usually KGB), and they'd open this bag only to find shit in it.

I REALLY need to bend a lady over for some tickling!!

Tron

 

[kis123]

I'm sure this isn't the first time anyone has told you that you're basically one sick puppy, right? This isn't a newsflash for you, is it?????😱 😱 😱 In a word-ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

 

[Neutron]

Hey I'm NOT The Only One..

Who gave the Russians gifts!. All we did was play on their basic paranoia. At the time all US sAilors hated the Russians ( a hate by the way which I no longer feel, I've met quite a few since the cold war ended and found them as a people to be pretty damn awesome).

Still, try recovering from the tightness in your stomach when you were at quite a depth below the surface of the ocean and you'd hear these words "CRAZY IVAN" announced over the ships phone system. I swear I went through 4 Crazy Ivans when i was in submarines and they each knocked 5 years off my life.

Tron

 

[MAJ0718]

From A Fellow Navy Veteran...

Tron,

I once aspired to be in your position of ET Nuke. I went to Nuke School in Orlando in 1985, only to be academically disenrolled going into the third phase. But I got to be a conventional ET on an Adams Class DDG, and it was all good. At least I didn't get to go subs, because I would have gotten claustrophobic anyway. Even though, your sea stories brought back fond memories for me. I heard so many stories of the sub Navy, and I also heard you also had some of the best chow around. Thanks again for those good sea stories!

Mark
a.k.a. MAJ0718

 

[Neutron]

Hey Dude..

What class were you in? I was in 8502 Section MM F. If I recall correctly we started with 520 nukes and graduated something like 270, of which 200 or so made it through prototype. I qualified as a Reactor Operator at A1W because I was an enlisted EOOW. So when I got to the boat they let me qualify RO because we had too many MM's. (Getting a degree in Nuke Eng at Idaho State helped too!)

I don't remember the phases exactly, but was Phase Three when you moved from the school nearest the mess hall to the school on the other side of Rickover Circle? I still have a picture of the school and a great overhead pic they gave to the honor grads. It's odd the stuff I remember about nuke school. For instance I lived in building 364, right next to Lake Susanah. I also nailed one of the Ensigns. Remember a red headed instructor from Virginia whose last name started with C? A cool thing, if you look at the school via an overhead shot it looks just like a Reactor Coolant Loop with the schools being the Steam Generators.

Sadly, when Clinton was closing bases the City Of Orlando saw the vast tax potential of the three lakes Nuke School was built around. They petitioned the government to move the school. Early this year I was there and decided to check out my old haunts over on Colonial and OBT (NOW you have to admit, the OBT made many a young sailor into a MAN!!). All my old landmarks were gone. Naugles is gone, Century 21 Cinema Pub is gone, Chi Chi's is gone. Fashion Square is still there but the international beer store is gone. Nuke school is a bunch of 400,000 dollar houses. The Cover Girl (AKA the Coverslut) is gone. Hell man, I'm the squid who caused the near riot there when I put itching powder on a dollar bill and stuffed it into a G String. The Cover Girl was notorious for the strippers marrying young nukes, then divorcing them when a new class came in.

As for OBT, the only clubs still open are the Doll House and BabyDolls.

You were obviously there at least 18 weeks (assuming you didn't pull smurf duty and went through 6 week pre school). Did you ever go over to the recruit side on Fridays and get involved with the "Meat Wagon"?

Here's something strange, I haven't given much thought to Nuke School for the last few years, but in the past week you're the THIRD ex 8502er I've ran across on the net.

I spent a bit of time in the target fleet prior to my security clearance being approved for Special Projects. Hell it was in the target fleet that I learned to fuck with Russians. Adams Class Ships were nice, but operating that power plant of theirs must have been a pure bitch!

You say you rocked out of nuke school. Wanna know something? In todays Navy the odds are you wouldn't have done so. The program has gone from the second hardest school in the world to passing over 95% of the people who start out in it. They've made a few changes since we were in it my friend.

Now that I'm older I tend to forget about some of the power hungry asswipes who were in the Navy, and concentrate on the tons of good people I met. I find it odd many consider the military as stunting open thought, yet some of the most imaginative thinkers I've ever met were from the USN.

Here's a great site for a few laughs.

http://www.funtimenavy.com/

When you get to it NOTE the letters that are captitalized. I don't know how it was in the dirt burner fleet, but FTN was written ALL over the nuclear navy.

Nice meeting you fellow Squid!!!

Tron

 

[MAJ0718]

Tron,

I remember I was in Class 8505. This would make you three classes ahead of me. I arrived there in March of 85. Too bad about all those great places that were closed down since I left. I do remember getting to tickle a lot of dancers' feet at the CoverSlut. I also got to get in some quality tickling at the base, as well as at Club Juana and House of Babes in Maitland, or was that Cassleberry? Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

Mark
a.k.a. MAJ0718

 

[Neutron]

You're Right..

Technically Nuke School had 4 phases because every 6 weeks a new class started, you started when I was in my last 6 weeks.

Club Juana is gone, as is House Of Babes. I liked the Cover Slut because it was right off base and if you left horny you could usually find a local Orlando girl to ram.

As for tickling. I'd imagine you'd pick up a WAVE or two eh? Usually the Club Mariner was an excellent spot on Friday nights because the ladies would graduate boot camp that day.

Here was the scam we pulled. We called it Weekend Meat Wagon. Myself and two other guys in my section all were above 3.8 average so we didn't have to put in hours. In fact we got out of school Friday at 1PM. That was key because the WAVEs would be graduated by 2pm. We'd head to the Recruit Gate and wait outside in our Uniforms (without our real name tags of course!). The ladies would come out after not seeing a male up close for 9 weeks, with their fresh out of bootcamp checks. All they'd see is a male, a petty officer male at that, AND that same male knew Orlando and how to get around. We of course would tell them we could fix it so they didn't have to be home by midnight, and they could spend the whole weekend with us. They of course had a couple thousand dollars so they'd be more than willing to foot for rooms, transportation and partying costs. Hell they thought it was cool they were actually partying with guys who were wearing crows because over the last 9 weeks people with crows had made their lives miserable. I happened to love the way most WAVES looked in their dress whites and every other week or so it was nice banging and tickling the hell out of a WAVE. (Note doing this on back to back weekends would have been hazardous to us).

We'd drop them off on Sunday evening, of course they'd be in deep shit for missing role call on Friday , Saturday, and Sunday. A few went to MAST. It was easy to get away with because no matter what all the recruits would be transferred out by Tuesday, and they never knew our names to begin with. (LOTS of Petty Officer Smiths and Jones in Orlando!!).

Now of course I regret doing it, but at the time it was fun.

Club Juana was great because if I recall correctly lap dancing was a body contact sport there (Only to be exceeded by Mons Venus in Tampa). I remember we took this 18 year old kid to Club Juana, his name was Willie and he'd led a sheltered life. He was stressed at nuke school so one Saturday we talked him into doing a titty bar with us. We paid for 5 dances for him (If I recall correctly a dance was 5 bucks at Club Juana, they also had the dancer who would set her nipples on fire for a 2 dollar tip) The dancer came back after one dance to give us back 20 dollars because she'd rubbed her arse on Willie for about 1 minute and he came in his pants. We were so delighted we told her to keep the money, from then on Willie was known as Captain CumKwat (a name which stuck through prototype).

Now Nuke school isn't as tough. They decided they couldn't afford the traditional failure rates so they assign special tutors to the students who are getting behind. Also, if you fail your comp you get get to take it again a week later. If you fail again you get special tutoring and another chance two weeks later. If you fail it then you get an oral board a week later. Only then are you dropped. Also, if you get caught cheating you are allowed to convince the CO you won't cheat again. Oh how things have changed.

What coast were you on?

Later I have some great stories about Fireman Gonzales!

Tron

 

[MAJ0718]

Tron,

Even though I'm originally from a town called Reading, PA, I opted for the West Coast as per the Dream Sheet I have filled out during my next to last week at ET-"A" School in Great Lakes. I remember driving my car,which I bought in Orlando about a block away from the Meguire Gate, from Orlando to Reading, to Great Lakes. After graduating from Great Lakes, I drove back home for a weekend, and then drove from Reading to San Diego, CA to go to ET-"C" School, where I have learned about servicing UHF Transceivers(then AN/URC-9 and AN/SRC-20,21 systems). From there, I was assigned to USS Benjamin Stoddert(DDG-22), which was based in Pearl Harbor, HI. I was on that ship from April 15, 1986 to November 9, 1989. So you could say I was a West Coast Sailor. That was because I always wanted to see what California and that part of the country was really like. What I didn't like about Hawaii, however, was that there were about five or so men to one woman since there were like five or six Military bases on the Island of Oahu. I did have my fun there, however.

The Stoddert, or "Benny Sweat", as it was affectionately known has taken me to a liberty cruise with some Midshipmen to Vancouver for Expo '86, San Francisco, Seattle, for Seafair, two WestPacs where we cut donuts in the Persian Gulf during the Iran-Iraq War, Hong Kong, Singapore, The U.A.E., Bahrain, Thailand, Sri Lanka, and definitely the Philippines among other places. I wasn't really to keen on Subic Bay since I believe I have seen better. On my first WestPac in 1987, I did get to cross the line to become a "crusty Shellback". I hear that the Navy doesn't even allow that anymore because someone got hurt or so.

When I finished my tour on the Stoddert, I transfered back to San Diego to work at the SIMA there to continue working on the UHF and HF transceivers and their antenna equipment. All in all, I had a blast in the Navy, even though it was a pain in the ass. If given the chance to do it over again, I wouldn't change a thing, except to tickle a couple more ladies into near orgasm, which I have done during my visits to Tiajuana and several ports underway. Maybe then, I would have hooked up with the lady of my dreams.

Mark
a.k.a. MAJ0718

 

[crydun]

What great stories both of you are telling! Keep it up!!! or, you can send me an e-mail. Cry

 

[Neutron]

Did You Ever Get To The Philipines?

Aka wonderland??? I was lucky, when I left Orlando I got picked up as a staff instructor in Idaho Falls. It was there I qualified as an EOOW at the A1W Prototype. (I'll tell you why I was lucky later).

IF ROCKED. It was easy to get laid AND the women wanted no committment whatsoever because I wasn't a Mormon. WE used to laugh our ass off because the local girls viewed as a "big money" Navy guys and a way out of the community, all except the Mormons. The common joke in IF was a Mormon girl couldn't smoke, chew tobacco, or drink alcohol but they could suck your dick all night (and would too). For the non Mormon girls you needed to set an alarm clock because they had a 24 hour law there. If you met a lady, slept with her and hadn't told her to get out within 24 hours she could claim you as a common law husband (and some did). So whenever a squid would get laid he'd set an alarm to make damn sure she was gone by morning. The other great thing is you could buy anything on the strength of a military ID. In fact my financing on my car in IF was on the basis of my ID. After living there for 30 months it was strange going back to the real world.

Because I went to IF my detailer wouldn't give me orders to a Boomer out of Charlestown (my dream orders) He said No coast to coast son. So I was supposed to go to a FastAttack Submarine out of San Diego. I had no problems with San Diego but I did have MAJOR problems with going to an SSN. The reason being my friend Rick was at San Diego on an SSN, they did a 3 month WESTPAC and on their way in they were notified the another SSN had failed their ORSE (Reactor Exam), SAid boat was to go on a WEstpac but the ORSE killed that. SO, Ricks boat was flown out freeze dried food, and had to turn around for 2 more months in the Western Pacific! I then requested Special Projects out of Mare Island.

While I was waiting for my special security clearances I was stationed at TI (I HATED IT!!) The Enterprise was due to go on a WESTPAC, and they had troubles with some of their EOOWs. They normally wouldn't alklow enlisted EOOWs out in the fleet but because of the shortage, and because I was qualified on an A1W type reactor I was asked if I'd go, until my boat and security clearance came in. So I spent a few months on "The Pig". I got to go to Thailand (where I discovered the bodyslide), Kenya (Mombassa), The PI (and I had a PI Honey then again most squids do), and Perth Australia (A regular FUCKFEST, I strongly advise any US Military Man to wear his uni in Australia, they appreciate us bailing them out in WW2). My fondest memory of Perth was about two miles outside port seeing droves of Aussie women in speed boats flashing us!.
I found the PI to be, well it's own world. I really wasn't comfortable with the Bar Fine thing, but once I realized Blow Jobs weren't to be had for free I went along. What amazed me was how young women in their mid 20s looked, and how old women in their early 30s looked. Since I didn't want to stay on the Pig while she was in port I paid a bar fine for a whole week. Stuff like that was essential because the PI Honeys knew your schedule better than you did. I was shocked to find out they knew my duty rotation better than I did. I also learned to make DAMN sure if you paid one bar fine, you best NOT be paying others until your honey went back to work. The girls were excellent about making sure you got back to work on time. I had a great time because I was a lot larger than the average "joe" and these small women seemed to like big guys. Things I did not much like about the PI,, Shit River, Monkey On A Stick, and having to determine what kind of "beef" you were eating when you ate meat. I remember the first steak I ever bought there. This vendor said "Joe want some beef" I said yes, I'm famished. The guy then says you want Cat beef? Dog Beef? Monkey Beef? I of course said Cow Beef. He said Ok Joe, then proceeded to get me a nice hunk of steak that I swore came out of the "Dog Beef" area of his concessionary. We argued vehemently about it then he gave it to me for half price. (Didn't you just love haggling with the natives, I know they loved it as much as we did).

Another great PI memory is San Miguel and I'm not talking the piss they serve in the states. Real PI San Miguel was an adventure with every bottle because they had NO quality control. Sometimes it tasted like Formaldehyde, others not bad, sometimes sweet, sometimes sour, but it also gave the wickedest gas!. Mojo was also quite the taste treat. PI bars were a trip too. It didn't matter what music they advertised you'd alweays get a veritable mix. Those local bands were pretty damn good too. One of my favorite memories was a club in "O Town" where everytime the lead guitarist would try to play a bit louder all the lights would go out. Then you'd hear drums, when the lights would come back on three minutes later they'd be at the spot in the song that they would have been if they'd played those three minutes. They also had this great habit of yelling you Joes want to hear Stairway of Heaven (NOT TO heaven mind you) or Crazy Train or anything by Ozzy, then they wouldn't play anything like that the whole night! (PI by the way will be the subject of a future story)

I like Mombassa, except the beer and you had to wat it because in 1988 the HIV Epidemic was going strong there. The strangest thing happened to me there. I was at about the only western style hotel there and I ended up going home with one of the local ladies who worked there. Of course we were gonna have sex. She said we should go to her place. In many towns I'd have said no, but Mombassa was always known to be safe for squids. I figured she had an apartment, we end up going to her parents cottage, her parents are there, so are a bunch of younger siblings. This surprised me, but I was even more surprised when she told her parents we were there to have sex!!! Then the father told me if I didn't like her I could try out his other daughter (who was 16) I of course declined. Afterwards we all ate breakfast!!

Did you like TJ? Personally about the only times I ever feared for my life was in TJ. Once the cops were going to arrest us for basically nothing, then they realized they's seen us in town the day before so most likely we didn't have enough money for them to rob from us. They then gave us directions to the border.
The other time was when this hooker wanted us to rent her. We of course said no, so she pulled a gun on us and informed us that Yes one of us was gonna get fun fun from her. OR ELSE!. Just then a guy we knew from another ship came up, he was sort of an asshole so we told him what a great deal she was. He went with her.
TJ was also the first time I saw a stripper put a gold fish inside her then "shoot" it at the crowd!.

I liked San Diego, and still have my life time pass to Pacers, a strip joint in SD.

LOL crydun you'll learn nothing good from this thread!

Tron

 

[featherfingers]

Hey, Neutron! I was on the U.S.S. Enterprise for a number of WestPac cruises back in my Navy days! I went to Olongapo (and could have had my throat slit by some shady characters if I hadn't run out of their house) and I was at Perth, too.
You brought back a lot of memories, man! But I gotta ask you...do you remember the barking spiders?

 

[Neutron]

Fucking Eh!!!

What was your department? I was only on the Pig for about 3 or 4 months. Then my various security clearances came in so I could go aboard my Projects Submarine. After that the closest I got to the Pig was when we pulled into Alameda post ORSE and tied up right under the port sponson.
Also I went to Alameda the day the Pig, The Chucky V and The Ike were all docked there. (the only time 3 nuke carriers were in Alameda). The Pig looked almost elegant when next to the two Nimitz class CVNs.

Dude, I remember my third day in the PI. I was hammered, sick on the local food, and near about partied out. Also I was broke except just enough to get a ride back from those local "taxis"

This "driver" realized I was hammered and tired so just as he pulled out he let another "local" into the "cab" Then they turned down an alley. I figured they were gonna roll me and I really didn't want to hammer both of them back to the womb, plus I was tired so I barked out, Look I'm tired, drunk, sick, and I most likely caught the crabs from one of your all cousins. I'm also broke. So just fucking take me back to the Pig, I'll send someone to the bar in the morning with some money.

They started laughing and took me back to the Pig. Then they yelled which bar? I jacked out a name, then in the morning caught a guy who was heading into town. I gave him 5 bucks apiece to drop off at the bar. Sure enough the guys were there to pick it up!! LOL

You know the PI should have been more dangerous, but for the most part the locals realized the Navy was their economy so they left us alone. Outside of the above event my two biggest dangers were almost falling into shit river (remember how at least ONE guy would chunk change into it so we could watch the locals dive after the money?) and when I paid a bar fine for a girl for a week (because I figured I'd do her a favor so she wouldn't have to work) then going on duty, coming back into town two days later and paying another bar fine while I was still "obligated" to PI honey number 1. I still remember her with a knife screaming "You no Marasotas, You No Marasotas" (You're not a free butterfly if I recall correctly).

Sub life was quite a bit different than life on the Pig, but I'm glad I got to do both.


Tron

 

[featherfingers]

I was with squadron VA-94. (Mighty Shrikes)
I remember in Olongapo, me and a friend were walking on the outskirts of town. This little kid walked over to us and said that his sister liked me. She came over to us... real cute Filipina. My friend asked her to pull down her top. She happily obliged. He then asked me, "Frank, which of her boobs looks larger than the other?" So we did a little investigating which she didn't seem to mind. I was pretty young and shy myself, so I didn't do anything with her.

The creepiest thing I remember was when we were in Japan. It seems that all of the pretty young ladies were busy getting 'friendly' with their Japanese male admirers. As I'm sitting on the bus, this 'grandma', who had to be at least 65 years old, sits on my lap. I'm wondering, "what the hell?" She then reaches for my 'naughty bits', which are securely nestled in my pants. I jump up and tell her I'm not that kind of boy. So, I broke 'granny's' heart, but left with a memorable story to tell.

There's more but I'm getting a little tired. Thanks for helping me give my brain some exercise. It's been a long time since I've thought about those days.

 

[crydun]

oh, I'm learning a lot. You are soooo divine!!!

 

[Neutron]

LOL You Have A Low Bar For Divinity Love!

Tron

 

[crydun]

oh, you're so humble... and handsome to boot!!

 

[Neutron]

Nah I'm Too Rough Lookin'

And grey haired to be handsome. And I have a sad habit of bendin' ladies over and tickling them!.

Tonight if I feel a bit better I'll post another sea story.

(I'm glad you enjoy them, I'm also glad I found a couple squids here!)

Did you email me today? If so the only thing that came through was crydun, no email address or message!

Tron