Tilty's Bed Pan

“...since he likes to TT so much...


...please drop your dribbles here...
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“HA!   Such fond memories....

There was a lovely time (Summer of '67) when I was encased in plaster from my armpits to my toes.  I never played Frisbee in the street again!”

“I did that with some poison ivy once....once...”

“broken femur?”

“You're likely right, Hog. The night before I left Vietnam for the last time, some shipmates wrapped me up in plaster and left me on the flight deck. I managed to whittle through the wet plaster during the hours of darkness.”

“were they trying to find out if you'd grow some wings?....lol...which you did......”

“Exactly.  The bumper on that Malibu caught me right between the left hip and kneecap, LOL

Kinda funny NOW.....”

“nimble, most times I think the military has softened too much on their non-sanctioned rituals but in this case I am glad of it, though the difference in Leaving Vietnam and just shipping off your ship in peacetime my account for the difference. All people did when we shipped out was wake you up on your last day with a 5 gallon bucket full of ice water poured over you and your bunk (or wherever you tried to hide).”

“I agree. How well I (almost) remember my Chief's initiation:)

They'd likely left me off the hook with the cast scenario, but I'd been talking trash for eons about how short I was...”

“Still got my 'shorttimers' pin from Deutschland..”

“but I'd been talking trash for eons about how short I was...¡±

who the hell does that? i think you got trash-talking backwards”