As a Marine who spent time on different US Army bases for training and of course their E Clubs I can tell you that at some point in the conversation “You know, I almost joined the Marines but...” always came up. Every time all us Jar Heads within earshot would just look at each other awkwardly. We would get up extra early to run in formation loudly chanting for their wake up call just to be Marines. After one of my Marines completely disassembled his NVGs and couldn’t put them back together, in theater, I had to go to the skipper to fess up and get a replacement. He was pissed off and yelled at me “You GD Marines, if you can’t eat it, or fornicate with it, you’ll GD break it!” It was damn near impossible for me to keep my composure, military bearing and not bust out laughing at the truth from the captain. Yes, being a Marine is damn SPECIAL and Marines relish and love being damn SPECIAL.
How do you hide $100 from a surgeon?
Put it in the patient's chart, next to the lab.
How do you hide $100 from an orthopedist?
Put it in a text book.
How do you hide $100 from a neurosurgeon?
Tape it to his kid.
How do you hide $100 from an OB/Gyn?
Tape it to the patient's head.
How do you hide $100 from an internist?
Stick it under the patient's bandage.
How do you hide $100 from a radiologist?
Give it to the patient.
How do you hide $100 from a cardiologist?
You can't.
How do you hide $100 from a plastic surgeon?
You definitely can't.
When I was in, the LAV-AD was only part of LAAD, so they got to "swing with the wing"
#RESIST
I'll wager you a PF dollar™ 😎
The lunatics are running the asylum