What if it Snows?

Am I the only one that found this a unifying (As in "wow it's not just me!") statement?

 

Very likely, they were an evil bunch — Junior Squid called and informed that the squadron just finished their work-up inspection with a score in the top 5% — Chiefs and 1st Classes cooked thanksgiving dinner for all of them— pretty cool

 

Is making coffee and drinking it while catching up on the WIIS thread considered one task or two?

 

They busted you back a couple of weeks and a new class for a wash cloth? At Rucker? We were probably there at different times but they were so hungry for troops when I was there they let a lot of stuff slide. And rightfully so.
How did things go after that?

 

Who lives in the fuel island down by the J
Truck bob square pants

Who eats all the rolly dogs when no one will see
Truck bob square pants

Who can solve all the world's problems so adamantly
Truck bob square pants


But truck Bob looks like Mr Crabs

 

Sounds like it’s going to be bacon to the rescue.

 

just right.....


I think the most important lesson in life is to never give up

Never give in. Never give in. Never, never, never, never--in nothing, great or small, large or petty--never give in, except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force. Never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.
Winston Churchill

 

That sounds like it's a real niche specialty.

Those poor vet techs.....what an ordeal it must be to wire a cat for a 12-lead EKG, strap a respiratory efficiency monitor to it's face, then get the cat to run on a treadmill for a stress test......

I quit watching the news about 20 years ago.

My mood has improved greatly since then.

I still catch snippets of it, though. Y'know, I'll walk through the breakroom and the news is on....."just keep walking, bro, nothing to see here".

I quit reading big city newspapers. Comics, sports, and classifieds are the only sections I'm permitted to read.

This goes back to when I was working in Albany, NY. The newspaper there is a complete socialist rag.

I used to read it in the break room, and get in a foul mood, which would then follow me home.

At the Christmas party, Missus Skillet told my shop steward, and the other four guys on my shift, that I was only allowed to read the comics, sports, and classifieds.

And they all enforced it on me, too. If I got caught peeking at the op-ed page, someone would walk in and rip it out of my hands.

So, they were more afraid of Missus Skillet than they were of me!

 

A case can be made either way, but I always count it as one task.