I would love to participate in this thread, but I've been sworn to secrecy.
lol
La Cosa Nostra
I would love to participate in this thread, but I've been sworn to secrecy.
lol
LMFAOis he a member of the site as well?
My man,..........La Cosa Nostra
Bob: What carrier were you on? I was on the Carl Vinson. CVN70.2 weeks after reporting to my first Navy duty station in Long Beach (aircraft carrier), I was put on an ammo work detail. We had to carry cases of live ammo from the ammo room to a bomb elevator. Someone neglected to replace a floor plate (around 18" square) in the elevator floor and as I was carrying the ammo case into the elevator my right foot slipped into the hole in the floor. I didn't want to drop the ammo because I was afraid it would explode because we were told to carry them carefully. So I held onto the case as I started to fall. I got slammed against the elevator door edge with my hand trapped between the ammo case and the door edge. The weight of the case dragged my hand down the edge and something ripped a wide gash in my hand, severing the middle finger tendon. I didn't feel any pain, but immediately saw a red spot on my shirt that got bigger and bigger. I slipped the sleeve up to see what the damage was and was greeted with blood squirting 6-8" in the air due to a vein that also got severed. I walked to sick bay pretty much on my own, where the on-duty doctor tried to put the severed tendon down my arm.....without giving me any pain killer. THAT hurt so bad I almost punched him in the face. He quickly gave up and I was transported to the Naval Hospital where the surgeon pulled/tied the severed tendon, repaired the severed vein, stitched up the gash, and put my hand in a cast to immobilize it. They gave me an unexpected special 2-week leave to fly back to Connecticut. What a crappy way to start my 2-year carrier tour. But I did get to spend two weeks back home, being pampered by my future wife.
To this day, I have limited use of the middle finger on my right hand. I literally cannot flip off someone with my right hand because the finger can't fully extend. It extends maybe 2".
I've heard it sounds like a freight train coming for your demise. True?I have been within 1 mile of an F5 tornado, they are very very loud. I actually mistook it at first for continuous thunder. In reality, it was the noise of many houses being shredded off of their foundations.
So I'm 18 and on one of those Contiki bus tours through Europe with my brothers. We are at this huge campsite in Munich, Germany and hanging with about 50 people from everywhere. Bonfire and a large keg of beer and things are great.
There's this impossibly beautiful girl. Long blond hair, slim with the most perfect pair I have ever witnessed. (Canadian, so that's not many.) Anyway, she's arguing with a dozen tourists from Israel about some political thing. They ask if anyone is from America and I say is Canada close enough? Yup. They ask something and I give my honest answer. They all laugh and the beauty pouts. I realize I guessed the wrong answer.
She comes walking slowly over and I'm transfixed. Honestly, she's more beautiful than anything I've ever seen. I'm kinda terrified. I think maybe she's going to apologize like Canadians would or maybe continue the debate.
She slowly pours her entire beer over my head, laughs a musical laugh. Well, all in fun, I figure, so I slowly pour my entire beer over her wonderful boobs. She's wearing one of those cheese cloth shirts that used to be so popular and it goes completely transparent. No bra and I'm flat out gawking!
She walks off and returns a short time later with a new shirt. She says, "Come with me."
I made what I now realize was a poor decision and followed her. She could have had a pile of her friends waiting in the dark, for all I knew. She was traveling with a singing and dance group from America but even so, with big enough numbers it could have gone poorly.
She led me to her tent and told me to wait outside. When she came out she handed me a handful of change. What??? Turns out they were shower tokens. She took me to the girls washroom and we ended up in the shower stall plugging the meter until the water cooled off. Halfway through the standup session three girls from my bus, school teachers from South Africa, came in and started bugging us. We know you're in there, John....What are you doing in there? and stuff like that.
Anyway, when we were done she handed me a business card like I'd never seen before. Just her name with her city and state (California). Nothing else. Told me no one ever would dare treat her like that at home and she liked it. I looked on the back and she had hand written her phone number.
When I got home weeks later I decided I had to call her up. You guessed it, the number was a total phony. So, in the end, SHE WON!
I've heard it sounds like a freight train coming for your demise. True?
I was expecting a Rick Roll. I'm disappointed
I was expecting a Rick Roll. I'm disappointed
You coulda been our Treynor 2.0Nobody believes me when I tell this story, but I programmed Angry Birds before Angry Birds existed.
I started programming PC games in 2003, and I'd hand them out as freeware. One of them was a physics game where you launched snowballs with a slingshot to knock over Christmas-themed objects. The game tracked the snowball until it made contact, then added points based on the damage. Christmas trees, little Elves running along, even Santa was running around way out there. If the ball didn't have enough velocity, objects wouldn't topple. It was my version of an "elf bowling" game which was popular at the time.
Several years later, the first Angry Birds came out and it was eerily similar to what I had programmed. Had I just marketed and expanded on my version, damn I would be retired now.
Other trivia? Too much to mention. I'm like a slightly-less-retarded Forrest Gump. Some of the stories I have are seriously unbelievable, but completely true.