Marine
Boot camp. Duluth, Minnesota. February.
Six A.M. Six below zero.
The Sergeant bellows "Outta those bunks! Birthday
suit inspection! I want you *@$&*s$% to fall in outside,
NOW! Buck nekkid! Stand close enough to make the
man in front of you smile! MOVE, YOU #@$&*s!"
The barracks quickly empty, the men fall in and shiver
at attention. The Sergeant hollers "LOOSEN RANKS!"
The ranks separate a bit. The Captain approaches,
carrying a swagger stick. With the stick, he swats one of
the men across the chest. "Did that hurt, Mister?"
the Captain demands.
"No, SIR!" the recruit shouts.
"Why not?" barks the Captain.
"Because I'm a U.S. Marine, SIR!"
The Captain nods, and moves on down the front rank a bit.
He whacks another man across the butt. "Did that hurt, Mister?"
"No, SIR!"
"Why not?" "Because I'm a U.S. Marine, SIR!"
Satisfied, the Captain continues on down the rank. He notices
that one of the men is sporting a huge erection, and brings
his stick down sharply on the proffered target. "Did that hurt,
Mister?"
"No, SIR!"
"Why not?"
"Because it belongs to the fellow behind me, SIR!"
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