This is What Consequential Truth or Consequence You Pay When You Become ‘Three Hundred and One Pounds of Fun’

Not A Pretty Sight, is It?

(Death never is)

RIP Lil’ Chair. I will always miss you.

We ‘chaired’ so many good times together.

Now you’re gone.

So Long!

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But My U.S. Navy taught me a life lesson I never unlearned:

“Always keep a ‘Battle Spare’ Somewhere in there”

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No one will understand nor ‘catch’ the ‘significance’ of this photo

Unless you have travelled abroad. (Specifically UK, OK?)

Or been with a broad.

Who has travelled abroad.

Or Both.

Not mutually exclusive.

She used to be my goal.

In more ways than one

Actually,

A hundred and one!

Painfully Poignant:

And LMFAO Ever’time I Re-wind and Re-Watch This One!

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Author’s Lament:

No one appreciates my twisted, sick (sixth?) sense of humor.

*heavy sigh*

Street Cred For The Vid: JoniJourney

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Just my attempt to tie up all these thoughts

Happy Trails to Y’all!

(Wrong Song, I know, but it suits my purpose–sorta)

Vid Cred: LiliDVLima

Rent – A – Sailor: Part One

Land Down Yonder

Vid/Music Cred: Men at Work

Back in ’89 halfway into my last WestPAC (Western Pacific Deployment) bobbing about in the Pacific, onboard the USS Frederick LST 1184, we had already spent much time in Subic Bay, Hong Kong, Guam, Korea, Fuk-Ya-Mama Japan, and possible some other ‘Ornamental’ ports I do not recall.

Well, we were steaming along in the South Pacific one day when word came down the pike that we had new orders to sail to Sydney.

What?

What?!

Hell Yes!

“But why?” I asked the first ‘Old-Salty-Squiddy’ I could find.

“Some idiots from a tin can (destroyer) dropped a pallet of high explosives on top of the Great Barrier Reef. We have to go retrieve it before shit jumps off. That reef is some kind of fuckin’ national park or something.”

“Why us?”

“Who the fuck knows? Who the fuck cares? We get to go to Australia! Australia! In Australia, they still LOVE us. There is this thing they do. It’s called ‘Rent-A-Sailor’ and you’ll see.”

“Hell you talking about? ‘Rent-A-Sailor’?”

“When we dock, there will be tons of women on the pier to greet us. They will all have paid real money to ‘host’ us while we are there. They love us. Maybe ‘cause we saved them from the Japs back in doubya doubya two.”

Hostesses for the Most of Us

“I see your point. Sounds great!”

“Just wait. You’ll see,” he said again breathlessly. I must admit, his excitement was contagious.

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Now, do not get me wong (wrong). I love Southern Pacific Eastern ‘Ornamental’ Women and this is well-documented, but I, we, all of us, were in the mood for a female change of scenery. We wanted to see some ‘Round-Eyes.’ And before anyone accuses me of being ‘racist’ you may want to do some research on my blog—this one—and then get back to me.

All that shit spake…

We turned the Freddy Southbound-and-Down toward Sydney. Estimated steaming time to Australia: three days.

We were all very excited.

I Went looking for the ship’s barber to get me gussied up…

To be continued… Here. Y’all hear??

This Is Just Yet Another Tease (‘Wonton ‘a-Meri-ca’) edit; yeah, this is timely. Figger it out.

This old (Who ya calling “old” Asshole?)

This old post needs more love.

Mainly because of the girl.

Which one?

The Cuban one!

Well, that kinda narrows it down some.

Duh!!!!

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For A Post I have Bouncing About in My Head.

Working Title:

“Wonton America.”

All Americans are “Want-Ones’

(You Have Probably Already Figured Out Why This Is Timely

And Apropos)

Street Cred for Vid:  ‘Playing For Change

The you?

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The young Girl Singing… Broke my already broken Heart.

Will work for Beer!

Oh Drear!
Or Dear!
Oh Drat!

Damn Cat!

Diana Fuentes

*****

(Yeah. I know The Musical Selection is Miss-Matched.

And the Language is ALL Wrong!

But it Suits My Purpose)

So There!

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And word to Some Wise:

Don’t Go THERE.

I will hurt Your Feelings

******

Yeah.

It is Gonna Be About

All The Years I Spent In

South-East Asia.

DUH!

And About LOVING & Cherishing  

All The People I had the Honour To Know There….

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Stay Tuned.

Don’t Change That Dial!

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P.S., I LOVE MY LIFE!

*****

Pee Pee Esss:

I have been to Cuba only Once.

(And I didn’t even manage to get off my ship)

Pretty Sure Next Time I Get To Go…

I’ll Be Arriving

At

Guantanamo!

(That’s Me: Second Guy On The Bottom Left)

Related.

To Cuba

Hem

“Juan?”

“C’est moi!”

I love Cuba!

This Is Just Yet Another Tease (‘Wonton ‘a-Meri-ca’)

For A Post I have Bouncing About in My Head.

Working Title:

“Wonton America.”

All Americans are “Want-Ones’

(You Have Probably Already Figured Out Why This Is Timely

And Apropos)

Street Cred for Vid:  ‘Playing For Change

The you?

****

The young Girl Singing… Broke my already broken Heart.

Will work for Beer!

Oh Drear!
Or Dear!
Oh Drat!

Damn Cat!

Diana Fuentes

*****

(Yeah. I know The Musical Selection is Miss-Matched.

And the Language is ALL Wrong!

But it Suits My Purpose)

So There!

****

And word to Some Wise:

Don’t Go THERE.

I will hurt Your Feelings

******

Yeah.

It is Gonna Be About

All The Years I Spent In

South-East Asia.

DUH!

And About LOVING & Cherishing  

All The People I had the Honour To Know There….

****

Stay Tuned.

Don’t Change That Dial!

****

P.S., I LOVE MY LIFE!

*****

Pee Pee Esss:

I have been to Cuba only Once.

(And I didn’t even manage to get off my ship)

Pretty Sure Next Time I Get To Go…

I’ll Be Arriving

At

Guantanamo!

(That’s Me: Second Guy On The Bottom Left)