Thrice-used basketball gym sock buried under a chicken coop.
Invent the Worst Shaving Cream Scents
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This thread has reminded me of something from the mid-90s. I was in the Army Reserve, PFC, and I had been assigned KP (kitchen patrol) for the day. It was summer and our Ohio artillery battalion the 5/28th, was at Camp Atterbury in Indiana.
I was heading to the mess hall at 5:30 AM when out of the darkness...I was charged by a skunk! He came right at me. They do not know fear! So I took off at a sprint.
But up ahead, in the darkness, loomed a Major! A field grade officer! Just walking up the road and illuminated by the street lights. Military courtesy demanded that I slow to a walk to render a salute and a "Good morning, sir."
No way in hell that was was happening! He started to object as I showed no sign of slowing, but I cut him off by shouting, "Skunk, sir! Skunk right behind me!"
Then the Major and the PFC were running together, side by side, because skunks are not to be trifled with.
I was heading to the mess hall at 5:30 AM when out of the darkness...I was charged by a skunk! He came right at me. They do not know fear! So I took off at a sprint.
But up ahead, in the darkness, loomed a Major! A field grade officer! Just walking up the road and illuminated by the street lights. Military courtesy demanded that I slow to a walk to render a salute and a "Good morning, sir."
No way in hell that was was happening! He started to object as I showed no sign of slowing, but I cut him off by shouting, "Skunk, sir! Skunk right behind me!"
Then the Major and the PFC were running together, side by side, because skunks are not to be trifled with.
