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To: JC Jaros who wrote (29603)	3/28/2000 2:47:00 PM
From: Mephisto	Respond to of 64865

JDN, did they send you to Viet Nam? Mephsito

To: JC Jaros who wrote (29603)	3/28/2000 2:57:00 PM
From: Charles Tutt	Respond to of 64865

"Mouth - Peter Pan". ROTFL!

To: JC Jaros who wrote (29603)	3/29/2000 2:25:00 AM
From: nihil	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 64865

When I was a boot at Parris Island in 1952 we lived in hardback tents and had lovely concrete block heads. We had a crazy French-Canadian (Coulomb) who had been raised on a fishing boat and had never had leather shoes. He was permanent captain of the head. On the big inspection, we went over everything with toothbrushes until it glistened. We passed the platoon inspection at 1000 hours with flying colors. Then, at 1100, when the Colonel commanding the 8th Battalion came through we were lined up in front of the urinals. The Colonel paraded slowly in front of everything until he saw the "safety head" (one available for actual use during the hokey inspection) and pointing with his swagger stick at the tan gooey smear on the toilet seat said: "What??? .... is THAT?" Pvt. Coulomb, standing next, bends over and swiping his finger through the stuff and sticking it in his mouth, says "Sir. Eet tasts like merde to me!" and snaps back to his position of stiff attention. The inspection party, all tough veteran marines, visibly gagged, silently filed out of the head. We tried to keep the laughter down until everyone had left and we heard them laughing loudly outside and we all clapped Coulomb on the back. We never found out who put the peanut butter on the seat.