Jokes Thread 2

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I'm too old to
track down terrorists.
You can't be older than 42 to join the military.
They've got the whole thing ass-backwards.
Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys.
You shouldn't be able to join a military unit
until you're at least 35.
For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about
sex every 10 seconds.Old guys only think about
sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000
additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.
Young guys haven't lived long enough to be cranky, and a
cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. 'My back hurts! I can't sleep, I'm tired and hungry.' We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for awhile..
An 18-year-old doesn't even like to get up before 10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I'm tired and can't sleep and since I'm already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-b***h.
If captured we couldn't spill the beans because we'd forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number
would be a real brainteaser.
Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We're used to getting screamed and yelled at and we're used to soft food. We've also developed an appreciation for guns.
We've been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.
They could lighten up on the obstacle course however... I've
been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too... I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.
An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him.
He's still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl.
He still hasn't figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to
shade his eyes, not the back of his head.
These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm's way.
Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists.
The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.
HEY!! How about recruiting Women over 50...in menopause!!!
You think MEN have attitudes??
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my God!!! If nothing else, put them on
border patrol. They'll have it secured the first night!
Send this to all of your senior friends...it's in big type so they can read it.

• They could lighten up on the obstacle course however... I've been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.
• Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too... I've never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

I know it's a joke, but some people would regard the mentioned statements as facts. The physical part are meant for morale, cohesion, and physical readiness -.-. It was especially on the Korean war that the Army realized that running is a big deal when soldiers would die because they run out of energy quick because they can't take cover fast enough.

Also, I've had a 42 year old woman in basic, and my god we hated her because she had the mindset of an adult. You know, being older than our 30 year old drill sgt and all. "It's all about rank, not age" our DS would say. Yet she's still stubborn. The constant smoking doesn't really help either but it was fun

The Navy Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him, "Get over here! What's your name sailor?"

"John." the new seaman replied.

"Look I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap they're teaching sailors in boot camp these days, but I don't call anyone by his first name." the chief scowled. "It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority,"

"I refer to my sailors by their last names only: Smith, Jones, Baker, whatever. And you are to refer to me as 'Chief'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Aye. Aye Chief!"

"Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?"

The seaman sighed. "Darling. My name is John Darling, Chief."

"Okay. John, here's what I want you to do..."

Howling Wolves great post # 1821. I'm also a long range varmint hunter; their has to be a need for two legged varmint hunters. See my Sig, not a lot of running going on there either.

arkhi said:

The Navy Chief noticed a new seaman and barked at him, "Get over here! What's your name sailor?"

"John." the new seaman replied.

"Look I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy crap they're teaching sailors in boot camp these days, but I don't call anyone by his first name." the chief scowled. "It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority,"

"I refer to my sailors by their last names only: Smith, Jones, Baker, whatever. And you are to refer to me as 'Chief'. Do I make myself clear?"

"Aye. Aye Chief!"

"Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?"

The seaman sighed. "Darling. My name is John Darling, Chief."

"Okay. John, here's what I want you to do..."

Good one!

DIARY OF A POMMIE IN WESTERN AUSTRALIAAugust 31 - Just got transferred with work from Leeds UK to our new home inKarratha, Western Australia.Now this is a town that knows how to live!Beautiful, sunny days and warm, balmy evenings.I watched the sunset from a deckchair by our pool yesterday.It was beautiful. I've finally found my new home. I love it here.
September 13 - Really heating up now. It got to 31 today.No problem though. Living in air-conditioned home, driving air-conditionedcar.What a pleasure to see the sun every day like this. I'm turning into asun-worshipper - no blasted rain like back in Leeds!
!September 30 - Had the back yard landscaped with tropical plants today. Lotsof palms and rocks. No more mowing lawns for me! Another scorcher today, butI love it here. It's Paradise!
October 10 - The temperature hasn't been below 35 all week.How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least today it's windythough. Keeps the flies off a bit. Acclimatizing is taking longer than weexpected.
October 15 - Fell asleep by the pool yesterday. Got third degree burns over60% of my body. Missed three days off work. What a dumb thing to do..Got to respect the old sun in a climate like this!
October 20 - Didn't notice Kitty (our cat) sneaking into the car before Ileft for work this morning. By the time I got back to the car after work,Kitty had died and swollen up to the size of a shopping bag and stuck to theupholstery. The car now smells like Whiskettes and cat shit. I've learned mylesson though: no more pets in this heat.
October 25 - This wind is a *******. It feels like a giant ****ing blowdryer. And it's hot as hell! The home air conditioner is on the blink andthe repair man charged $200 just to drive over and tell me he needs to orderparts from ****ing Perth ......The wife & the kids are complaining.
October 30 - The temperature's up around 40 and the parts still haven'tarrived for the ****ing air conditioner. House is an oven so we've all beensleeping outside by the pool for 3 nights now. Bloody $600,000 house and wecan't even go inside. Why the hell did I ever come here?
November 4 - Finally got the ****ing air-conditioner fixed. It cost $1,500and gets the temperature down to around 25 degrees, but the humidity makesit feel about 35. Stupid repairman. ****ing thief.November 8 - If one more smart ******* says 'Hot enough for you today?' I'mgoing to ****ing throttle him. ****ing heat! By the time I get to work, thecar radiator is boiling over, my ****ing clothes are soaking ****ing wet andI smell like baked cat. ****ing place is the end of the Earth.
November 9 - Tried to run some errands after work, wore shorts, and sat onthe black leather upholstery in my car. I thought my ****ing arse was onfire. I lost 2 layers of flesh, all the hair on the backs of my legs and offmy ****ing arse. Now the car smells like burnt hair, fried arse and bakedcat.****. ****.. ****.
November 10 -- The Weather report might as well be a ****ing recording.. Hotand sunny. Hot and sunny, Hot and ****ing sunny. It never ****ing changes!It's been too hot to do anything for 2 ****ing months and the weathermansays it might really warm up next week. ****!
November 15 - Doesn't it ever rain in this damn ****ing place? Waterrestrictions will be next, so my $5,000 worth of palms might just dry up andblow into the ****ing pool. The only things that thrive in this ****inghell-hole are the ****ing flies. You don't dare open your mouth for fear ofswallowing half a dozen of the little *******s!
November 20 - Welcome to HELL! It got to 45 ****in' degrees today. Now theair conditioner's gone in my car. The repair man came to fix it and said,'Hot enough for you today?' I wanted to shove the ****ing car up his ****ingarse. Anyway, had to spend the $2,500 mortgage payment to bail me out ofjail for assaulting the stupid prick.****ing Karratha! What kind of sick, demented ****ing idiot would want tolive here!
December 1 - WHAT!!!! The FIRST day of Summer!!!! You are ****ing kiddingme!cheers

simmo said:

DIARY OF A POMMIE IN WESTERN AUSTRALIAAugust 31 - ...

Good story, but I prefer the Kipling version
Poems - Pagett, M.P.

guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest.. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer. The effects of the Tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no long term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety...?? WAY TOO COOL!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home... I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave. Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat.

But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Tazer in another. The directions said that: a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side so as to say, 'Don't do it stupid,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION. WHAT THE... !!! I'm pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs! The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution: There is NO such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! A three second burst would be considered conservative! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe came from my hair. I'm still looking for my testicles and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!

PS: My wife can't stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift and now regularly threatens me with it! If you think education is difficult, try being stupid!!!