Commissar

Categorically untrue.

Smoking will not die out, nor should it. And snuff didn't die out, either. I know plenty of guys who like a pinch, and it's also useful for keeping yourself awake. Just a little dab under each eyelid. You can moan about smoking all you want, but believe me, there are worse things out there for you. I'd rather light up a cigarette than take a bite out of McDonald's food.

BTW, just for comparison, the Marine Corps PFT is 20 dead-hang pullups, 200 crunches, and 3 miles. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> You don't say.

And people believed you when you failed that? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Yeah and I wasn't the only one. :D <{POST_SNAPBACK}> I believe I'd get shot.

And people believed you when you failed that?

Thought it was pretty good. Since Sundays one of the few nights I can actually afford to watch the telly, I'll keep up on it.

What ship? What's the Navy PFT, anyway? Isn't it something ridiculous like a 1.5 miler, three situps and a glance at a pull-up bar? And just to stay on-topic, and because the last post inspired me, I remember the codes for Contra.

Corner or safety? If you say corner, I'll ask why you couldn't just learn how to catch the ball and play receiver. If you say safety, I'll start to suspect you're lifting dialogue from Training Day.

O-ZONE kicks ass, I don't know what you've been smoking.

Wait a minute...isn't Romania where O-ZONE comes from? Hell, yes! And dragostea din tei to you, sir.

May the divinities have mercy on thy soul... :'( I WAS YOUNG, AND NAIVE, DAMN IT! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> See, I never said I went out of personal desire to see the Spice Girls.

Well, one or probably both of you were in on it, so it is not really entirely your fault. It is not a nice thing for a sister to do to her sister, though. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> He never said they were identical. They could've been fraternal.

I can forgive anything. ...But this one? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> It was worth it.

I went to a Spice Girls concert once.

Everyone always says dogs are pack animals, but you never really get to see it, because folks own one, or at most two or three dogs, usually. But yeah, they're pack animals, alright. Nothing stranger than stepping out of your apartment and watching fifteen or sixteen mutts going down a street.

It was a big dog.

Nah. Communist Candid Camera involves four year-olds reading Playboy on public park benches. This was all run-of-the-mill "I'm in Eastern Europe!" stuff.

Did you you get a photo? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Nope. Didn't have my camera with me. I also didn't stop the dog or call the cops, myself. I'm a firm believer in letting the locals settle their own hash in that neck of the woods.

Craziest thing I ever saw in Russia - that I didn't have to pay for - involved an obviously homeless gent either dead or drunk on a sidewalk - a busy sidewalk, mind you, in the middle of the day - with one of the numerous wild dogs that are in St. Petersburg seemingly chewing on a portion of his midsection. Nobody stopped the dog. Nobody called the minties. Nothing. The second craziest thing I didn't have to pay to witness was a bear cub being brought onto the public bus I happened to be on. But he was muzzled, so that makes it okay, according to the wife.

I learned long ago that if you live your life worried about things like VD and felony arrest records, you're not going to have any fun. Strip clubs are near poorly-guarded liquor stores for a reason.

Or picnic near ranges. But that's probably a story for another day.

If you move to a town with a master jet base, it's a little naive, I feel, to expect 'em to shut down whenever the local residents want to have a barbecue.

Alright, now I'm scared you're serious.

And doubtlessly a member of Citizens Concerned About Jet Noise.