"I like a good story, well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself." - Mark Twain
Tuesday, February 27, 2018
Breaking - Marines Sickened After Opening Letter
(CAMP PUSSYPANTS MCB) Over 190,000 Marines have been puking non-stop since opening a letter on base, and most other ones, and finding it contained the new policies announcing that USMC Commandant, Gen. Whoa Neller, and his band of star-adorned fabulous fashion designers at HQMC have decided to lower fitness standards for Marines, and infantry officers in particular.
"I can't believe this. What's next? Making us wear red high heels and pink panties like the Army? I might as well have joined the Coast Guard. Or the Girl Scouts. Maybe I can transfer to the Foreign Legion." said one squad leader, an infantry staff sergeant in the 1st Marine Division.
Spokesbitches at the Pentagon say the problem is being exaggerated. "It's not that many Marines; probably not more than 100,000 or so, and most of them are just the ones in the combat arms, like infantry, armor, and artillery. The guys and girls around the office here are just fine with this plan!"
No word on a cure for the malady, but an emergency shipment of barf bags is being distributed worldwide to all commands, as news of the new weakness-friendly policies is announced. According to sources with the Navy's Medical Corps, much like seasickness onboard ships, this new malady may last indefinitely. And when the new Corps-wide grooming standards, including leg-shaving, are announced next month, it may even intensify.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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