I bet they may be strawberry blonds LOL
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Good morning old farts. Watching the local parade this morning. Happy Veterans Day everyone 
Not unless they dye it they were born blonde blonde the stuff that disappears when washed.
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Good morning old farts. Watching the local parade this morning. Happy Veterans Day everyone
back atcha’ soldier and all the rest of you comrades who have taken the Oath!
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NewbOldster
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here is an old flame when I lived up in the Rockies
Halloween was the only time of the year her true personality came out
NewbOldster
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Miss Cat? LOL
NewbOldster
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OK. A boot camp tale, then I'm done with 'war stories'.
I enlisted and turned 18 in basic training. I'd learned how to march in the Boy Scouts, and actually enjoyed it - especially when we were calling cadence. Since I was the only one that *admitted to knowing how to march, I was "volunteered" to be guide and flag bearer for my flight, which I did until graduation.
That put me at the front and far right of formation, whether it was Fall In! and marching over to chow in the morning, or on the parade grounds doing "Eyes, RIGHT!" I was the one at the right front.
I had zero problems with boot camp. All the physical stuff and the discipline stuff (thanks, Dad! Ya' old hardass... lol) The obstacle course was a cake-walk for me. Etcetera.
Our junior NCO was a buck sargeant, and he sometimes seemed to want to try to break me, but I did everything they asked of me without complaint or push back.
One day in formation outside the barracks, he was yellin' and threatenin' and just generally makin' noise at all of us, and he said something I found too amusing to not laugh out loud at. He lazer-focused on me...right there at the front of the line.
He stomped over and stood at attention directly in front of me and proceeded to go after me. "What are you laughing at, AIRMAN? Why in the hell are you giggling at me, AIRMAN?? ARE YOU QUEER FOR MY GEAR, AIRMAN???"
(That one almost made me laugh again - almost)
Then he leaned in close and put his smoky bear hat brim under the bill of my cap and flipped it off my head. "You're OUT OF UNIFORM, AIRMAN! GET DRESSED!!"
I bent over and put my cap back on my head, and he proceeded to knock it off again with his hat brim. "YOU'RE OUT OF UNIFORM AGAIN, AIR-MAN! GIVE ME 20!" So I did 20 pushups.
Danged if he didn't knock my cap off again, and demand 30 more pushups. He got 'em, then he pretty much left me alone after that. I remember his moustache - he kept it trimmed far inside the corners of his mouth (edge of the mouth was regulation)
That's it. Just a random memory of a minor event in my life. Ya' bored yet?
"At Ease! Smoke 'em if ya' got 'em!"
I enlisted and turned 18 in basic training. I'd learned how to march in the Boy Scouts, and actually enjoyed it - especially when we were calling cadence. Since I was the only one that *admitted to knowing how to march, I was "volunteered" to be guide and flag bearer for my flight, which I did until graduation.
That put me at the front and far right of formation, whether it was Fall In! and marching over to chow in the morning, or on the parade grounds doing "Eyes, RIGHT!" I was the one at the right front.
I had zero problems with boot camp. All the physical stuff and the discipline stuff (thanks, Dad! Ya' old hardass... lol) The obstacle course was a cake-walk for me. Etcetera.
Our junior NCO was a buck sargeant, and he sometimes seemed to want to try to break me, but I did everything they asked of me without complaint or push back.
One day in formation outside the barracks, he was yellin' and threatenin' and just generally makin' noise at all of us, and he said something I found too amusing to not laugh out loud at. He lazer-focused on me...right there at the front of the line.
He stomped over and stood at attention directly in front of me and proceeded to go after me. "What are you laughing at, AIRMAN? Why in the hell are you giggling at me, AIRMAN?? ARE YOU QUEER FOR MY GEAR, AIRMAN???"
(That one almost made me laugh again - almost)
Then he leaned in close and put his smoky bear hat brim under the bill of my cap and flipped it off my head. "You're OUT OF UNIFORM, AIRMAN! GET DRESSED!!"
I bent over and put my cap back on my head, and he proceeded to knock it off again with his hat brim. "YOU'RE OUT OF UNIFORM AGAIN, AIR-MAN! GIVE ME 20!" So I did 20 pushups.
Danged if he didn't knock my cap off again, and demand 30 more pushups. He got 'em, then he pretty much left me alone after that. I remember his moustache - he kept it trimmed far inside the corners of his mouth (edge of the mouth was regulation)
That's it. Just a random memory of a minor event in my life. Ya' bored yet?
"At Ease! Smoke 'em if ya' got 'em!"
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wow , weird that you would say that cause she went by Kat , short for Katherine
~plays spooky music ~
NewbOldster
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Yep. She introduced herself to me as Catherine...then decided me she wanted me to call her Miss Cat.
I refused. She hated that. lol
To this day, girls who go by "Cat", good bad or indifferent, give me pause for concern.
I dated 3 gals that went by the named Kat, Cat and Kat
NewbOldster
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One was plenty for me.
I have too much powder, but they make some of my faves, including my beloved Varget. I will try to put a dent in my supply this winter. Thats a pretty good deal getting that waived. Makes it worthwile to order a single pound to try with no hazmat.
If the price is right and its in stock, I sometime order from Cabelas/Bass Pro and have it delivered to store. No delivery, no Hazmat. Still you have to compare prices.
Bubba
FUGLY woman borderline Scary.....................
Cayote Date for sure, chew your arm off the next morning not to wake her as you run away....
Irene did not age very well
Tell Hopper we want our pics back Dang it.
