Evil Jew Tortures And Abuses Detainees
Why Skipper! That photo shows someone choking the chicken!
Still off the air…
I wish God would give us a 100% reliable, objective test to diagnose people like your correspondent; maybe one warning, then next time they open their mouth
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One thing tarnished the chicken story for me: the PETA gang would disappear under my above scenario, but I despise cruelty to animals. Even animals as stupid as chickens. Give them food, water, shelter, a quick painless death, then CHOW CALL!
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 11:45 AM
he could have made some $$$, shipping them to one of many foul
chicken outlets in London http://badgas.co.uk/chicken/
Bulldog
This is definitely one of the worst cases of fowl play I’ve ever seen…
In Paris we saw the “Indiana Barbeque”. FYI, Bulldog, we make good fried chichen, but we’re not famouse for BBQ— aside from some (mostly) black folks alongside the road with 50 gal. drums cut longways. Even there it’s rather fatty meat, but often with excellent sauce.
Take a look at Bulldog’s link. Would KFC sue if y’all called it the “King’s Fried Chicken”? True, you do have a Queen at present, but with your long history… Got it! James the First.
POP QUIZ: who knows why James the First (of England) is a perfect symbol for a fried chicken outlet? .... It’s sick, sick, sick!
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 02:06 PM
This part intrigues me:
...inside a vacant lot…
Makes me wonder how they found the entrance.
Yep, there’s definitely some major anthropomorphism goin’ on here:
They were running and playing and happy to be chickens for the first time in their lives.
I’ve heard of ‘reindeer games’ in a song and was slightly curious. I’m afraid to wonder about chicken games. Don’t suppose they play chicken, do you?
chickens running playing,reindeer games, mice singing,eating ocms jap motor, what next?:roll
Bulldog
SO, YOU’RE TACTFULLY IGNORING MY QUESTION # 6?
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 06:02 PM
james the 1st king of england scotland ireland and france, he was scotish, dont tell me he fucked a chicken,
some places in usa named after him, go on tell us,
Bulldog
sorry that was addresed to oink, the ass metic bagpipe, you would have shit yourself if you heard that wounderfull noise,of the bagpipes, like the germans did, in ww1, knowing wot was to follow,
Bulldog
I like bulldog! Big hint: Think of James I in terms of “last things”. Same for chickens. Have a sick mind.
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 06:35 PM
black watch in iraq, go ahead oink take the piss, the bad gas link was not a piss take of amricia, but the shit chicken takeaways in london.
Bulldog
Maybe you’re thinking of his son; Charles I. Charles got “shortened” like James’ mom, Mary “Queen of Scots”.
From Wikipedia: “James died at Theobalds House in 1625 of ‘tertian ague’”
Yea my mistake. Sorry. Thanks. I even verified it via history website, then wrote the wrong name down. I do know the outlines of Restoration, Glorious Revolution, Puritans etc. Dumb mistake.
Both Charles and the chickens-- CHOP!
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 07:05 PM
Bulldog: No conceivable offence/offense taken. Obviously a satire of British food/fast food. I don’t think Brit food is bad. Well, fast food maybe, but no worse than ours.
A couple of weeks ago the Skipper sent me a really nice email about not taking offence. I’m STILL trying to figure out why on earth I should have been offended & about what.
1. If you can hand it out, be able to take it. I can, both.
2. I’m as sensitive as a toilet seat.Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 07:10 PM
I found the bad gas link to be interesting and somewhat sad. All those halal places indicate something that I find disturbing. I did get a hoot out of some of the names. “Ohio Fried Chicken”?
I don’t think so. Maybe fried buckeyes… (a buckeye is a useless nut and the symbol of OSU)
I’ve lived in Ohio for thirty years and I can’t think of any signature food here… Unless Wendy’s qualifies; burgers, fries and watery chili.
Oops, I just remembered “soup beans” and there’s that chili place in Cincinnati that puts chili over spaghetti. Yeah, that’s Ohio cuisine.
Cincinnati chili ain’t half bad. It’s thin, but tasty. We have a recipe for “Murray’s Girlfriend’s Chili” that’s outstanding. After I tell you it contains a dab of vinegar and a bay leaf you’ll call me a liar. But it does work.
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 07:35 PM
I don’t suppose Murray’s Girlfriend got the recipe from a ‘four way’ at Skyline Chili.
I’ve used bay leafs and vinegar before but not necessarily together. I’ve also learned to put a little bit of sugar into a good spaghetti (tomato) sauce. We’re talking maybe a teaspoon or two in a large sauce pot. Not enough to notice but it makes a nice difference.
Stin: It makes a huge difference. Converse of a pinch of salt in an apple pie—which accents the sweetness.
ALWAYS a tad of sugar in tomato-anything, without it—insipid. Start small and increase PRN. Otherwise you’ll get Chef Boyardee.
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 07:57 PM
Weird. One of the most important things about Kosher slaughtering is that it’s supposed to be quick so the animal doesn’t suffer. Well there’s bad...eggs...in every group.
Mary Queen of Scots tie in: Vanessa “The Zionists are racist genocidal murderers” Redgrave played MQOS in the 1960’s movie of the same name. Queen Bess was played by Glenda Jackson.
Roses are red-
Violets are blue-
There’s no bigger tightwad than a Scottish Jew(which technically I am)
Posted by Annoying Little Twerp
11/10/2005 at 10:55 PM
Believe it or not, Barb, the French make us Scots look like spendthrifts. Really.
glenda jackson, the shit actress, vote no to the 90 day holding of terroist,now shes a mp’she is shit a both, scots have very short arms and deep pockets.
Bulldog
I worked with a Scotsman named McGinnis (that doesn’t give him away, does it?) ;my ancestors were named Merrilees and Douglass. Discussing stereotypes, there are, no doubt, avaracious Jews, shiftless blacks, wimpy-boring Caucasians, etc. But we never met a Scotsman who wouldn’t piss away his money in a minute. How the myth of Caledonian economy came about I haven’t a clue.
Posted by Oink
11/10/2005 at 11:40 PM
Perhaps Bulldog has met my youngest brother. He’s the one that gives greed and avarice a bad name. The rest of us, though, are not at all like that.
Then there’s Andrew Carnegie.
"There is a saying in France that Le sauce est tout—“The sauce is everything.”
The great chefs of France have given the world a plethora of glorious sauces.”The French Chef’s special today is “3 Alarm Chili”—a pork-free, multicultural gallimaufry, who’s secret ingredients are KoolAid and cyanide.
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 09:47 AM
Gallimaufry? You’ll be pleased to know you sent me to the dictionary again. I know you didn’t learn that one messcooking in the
CrotchCorps.SK: Indirectly, yes. Some of the chow inspired me to research what the f--- is this stuff
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 11:58 AM
Sometimes it’s better not to know.
One time at the Sonar School we were presented with some really suspicious looking hot dogs in the express chow line. They were brown and falling apart. One of the messcooks told me later that he had opened the cans they came in. They had been canned in 1944. This was 1967/8. The damn hot dogs were older than we were.
No, I didn’t eat any.
I just now recalled that the Navy got their food from the Army and the Marines got theirs from the Navy. Musta really sucked to be at the end of that line.
SK:
Some of the C-rats in VNam were pre-Korea and had spent decades at the bottom of the pile. This was Sedimentary chow—as opposed to Igneous & Metamorphic chow.http://geology.com/geology-dictionary.shtml
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 12:36 PM
Truth is, most of it was good, by the standards of where the enlisted men came from. My present habit of eating what’s put in front of me was thoroughly reinforced there.
I’ve heard, especially on shipboard, the Navy chow has undergone a “sea change” SNORT! for the better. Years ago (30?)I heard a Marine who later joined the French Foreign Legion & fought in Africa. He was totally dumbfounded about how great the food was. Also said that their boot camp was not much tougher than ours.
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 03:30 PM
The chow did get better aboard ship. My last one was a great feeder. We were a reserve trainer in Galveston, TX and were nowhere near the supply system so we got an extra budget to buy locally.
The little store we were buying out of did well and we ate steak more often than any of us ever had before or since. ("Geeze, T-Bones again.”
). IIRC we won the fleetwide competition for “best small mess afloat” one year. They fed the inspectors lobster and filet mignon. By the time I got down there the crustaceans were gone but I enjoyed the filet.
One of the cooks was a “good ole boy” from Mississippi. He made catfish for us once. Succulent!
I once spent a month aboard an LPH, leaving some fingernail marks on the bulkheads from climbing the walls. Chow is important for shipboard morale. I saw a special on Discovery something channel—an old Chief praised chow as the best improvement in the whole Navy.
My seasickness rule was never to eat grease & never to eat until I was full. Being around Private Ralph made it a challenge.
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 05:48 PM
Yeah, that had to suck, bobbin’ around on one of those babies without hitting a liberty port.
I did “man the rail” once. Made it to the fantail too. My excuse is that the leading P.O. talked me into it. Shrimp Creole, that night ... twice. After that I resolved to never let anything get to me. I loved heavy seas ‘cause the chow line was usually very short then.
I learned to grab an extra slice of bread to put under the tray to keep it from sliding and we’d sometimes eat in pairs - one held both trays on the table while the other went for beverages. Forget the soup.
Once, we had a Marine, at the top, toss ‘em down a spiral ladder (stairs) that constituted the chow line! Very much shorter wait that day. Very.
I never performed shipboard reverse peristalsis, but did make myself ill trying to read a book in rough seas.
We ought to explain about Private Roark. What’s your name Marine? RRRROOOURRRRKKK
Same for Private Buick, aka the Buick Salesman. Petty Officer! P.O. you said. Right?
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 07:07 PM
Oh yeah, thatll clear a space. You never want to get in the way of someone moving fast with his hand over his mouth.
Raaaalph O’Rooooaaaarrrkk, your Buuuuuiiick is REeeeeaaaaa*cough-cough*eeeaaaaady.
I dunno if it needs any explanation, considering the conversation so far.
Yeah, leading petty officer talked me into being seasick. I was doin’ fine on my first underway sonar watch. After a year of school I’m finally on the scope for real, pinging away. We were out for a hurricane evasion. Seas weren’t bad. I was diggin’ it. He kept coming in to see if I was okay. Told me that the other new guy “pinky” was lookin kinda green.
He was actually acting LPO as the regular LPO was in jail in Jax.
Didn’t meet him for a while. Great technician, poor drinker. Didn’t stay E-6 long after that. We had to hold up movement to drag him back from the club in Rosie Roads. Drunk on his ass comin’ down the pier he stops and 
salutes the bridge. There may have been some verbal communication too. Court Martial swiftly followed. Lost a stripe and I think he was on restriction for the whole Med cruise after that. Nice guy, though.
HA HA HA! But being restricted during a Med Cruise is cruel and inhuman punishment.
My favorite shipboard Marine story—told by an officer. Back in the days when the head had a long trough with seawater constantly flowing thru it, and a series of toilet seats over the trough. A young Marine in a hurry sits down and drops his wallet into the water. Away it goes. He runs up on deck where the pipe empties, his trousers in one hand. An old Chief is smoking his pipe and contemplating the Pacific. “SIR, SIR!” (to a chief) “I lost my wallet overboard!” The Chief removes his cover,"Hold my hat, Son, I’m goin’ after it.”
Posted by Oink
11/11/2005 at 11:18 PM
- Yeah, I can just see that happenin’.
Bailey (named after a Marine MOH recipent) was a regular on the Med cruise rotation. Had some charachters aboard though. A few even had regular girlfriends in some of the ports. The bar girls were buying them drinks. I was impressed.
The chief was being a bit ironic, eh wot? (Re: your previous: Where’s Jax?) Remember I spent my brief career at sea in the Blamy Pacific—which I watched for hours, with its flying fish and waterspouts. My father had the same reaction in WW2, “I couldn’t believe theere was that much water—how could the land stay afloat?” He was seldom poetic, but this was once.It is true that you can think self in/out of mal-de-mer.
Guadalcanal provided plenty of MOH recipients. (Salute!) That Medal has a dangerous allure, scary—maybe that’s why it’s awarded, not earned. I read of a battle in VNam where the NCO got himself and his squad greased, seeking the MOH. He should have withdrawn. Napoleon observed that men fight for bits of ribbon & glass—bullshit, it’s honor.
You’re impressed bar girls buying men drinks—I’m incredulous. My Head DI taught us that 90% of Marine deep
is due to booze; I believed it was 99% by the time I got out. I met a few Swell Swabbies whilst on liberty or misc. duties about base. Once they realized that I wasn’t a mouth-breather with a chip on my shoulder, things warmed up. Sorry I missed you.
Posted by Oink
11/12/2005 at 07:08 AM
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