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Originally posted by Thor:
Dog, you must be left handed !!

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Naw - I'm a righty, but I used to use my left so that it was awkward and hesitant - much like my dates in high school...

SD,
Just a smartass!!
You remember what we called HC's??Plus,I'm a little slow today!!!Didn't think about Minnie and her 4 daughters!!

saipan,

I must be the one who's slow today - what the f**k is an HC?

Ain't that the rating abbre. for Hospital Corpsman(HC)???
Now I feel like a dumbass!!!!
(Is this P/CP???)

Corpsman = HN

Corpsman Petty Officer = HM3, HM2, etc...

Man, are getting old or just hittin' the sauce? You know better than to let an Officer know more than you...

And, yes, I also called them Pecker Checkers...

HC=Hillbilly Crackhead!!!
You're right,LCDR,my memory is as short as my Johnson!!!

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Originally posted by saipan:
HC=Hillbilly Crackhead!!!
You're right,LCDR,my memory is as short as my Johnson!!!

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It's a wonder that you can remember where the head is

Well,I did piss in my wife's ear once!!!

Squids....Yeah, I figured it had something to do with the engine room or something. Uncle Paul also called it Black-gang coffee. He lived at Norfolk, Va. Retired from the Navy, there in 1950's or 60's. He was a boilermaker.

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Originally posted by Surface Dog:
And, yes, I also called them Pecker Checkers...

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We used to call them penis-machinists.

Later I found out what HM really stood for,
HM = "Have Motrin", you could go to medical with your arm dangling by a thread and they'd just give you a big bottle of those 800mg Motrins to take, sigh ...

If you were really sick they'd also give you two Sudafed...

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Originally posted by Surface Dog:
And, yes, I also called them Pecker Checkers...

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We used to call them penis-machinists.

Later I found out what HM really stood for,
HM = "Have Motrin", you could go to medical with your arm dangling by a thread and they'd just give you a big bottle of those 800mg Motrins to take, sigh ...

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Hey now, I had to beg & plead for some Motrin and got my tit in a wringer over it.
Story goes: Playing Judo, got Left arm hyperextended. I went to sick bay just to get some Motrin. They put me in a sling and on light duty, much against my wishes. Next day I was at the gym and pecker checker saw me. He reported me to Doc. Almost got written up.

Siapan will undoubtably remember the 'Flight Line/Ready Room' coffee...
We used to make some of the best '30 weight' in the business.
Had one of those large coffee urns in the Ready Room and near the Flight Line...in the Maintenance Control Office running 24/7/365.
Used the venerable white athletic socks as filters...kid you not! Buy a couple of dozen at the PX/Uniform Issue...fill three of them w/ground 'Coffee, Ground, Type II' from the 3# silver cans. After three urns' usage...those lily whites would be the darkest brown you'd ever seen...laundry washings would not get the brown out.
And you wonder about the term: "This coffee tastes like it was filtered by old jock straps and/or athletic socks"...

And then...there were the 'short-arm inspections' after libbo...

Favorite libbo spots: Olongapo, Subic, Taipei, Sydney, Brisbane, Singapore...to name a few...