Started by slylynx68 · · 👁 8 views · 174 replies
ruggedharbor95 said:Auu, man, if you haven't lost your teeth yet, you will soon—mostly because
you're hitting on some girl who happens to be a minor.😲
I can already see the headline in The New York Post:
"Local Recruit Harasses Minor!"
Tomorrow:
Breaking News, front page of The New York Post:
"Confessions of a Recruit: They wouldn't let me eat!"
slylynx68 said:Why don't you come over here so I can kick your ass? I used to fight in tournaments for actual cash, but for you, I’ll knock your teeth out for free.
Anyway, I don't bother with a maid; I hit up restaurants for lunch every single day. Sometimes, if I'm feeling lazy, I just call a private chef to whip something up for us. Money is meant to be spent and enjoyed, right? Isn't that how it works?
slylynx68 said:I'm gonna go hook up with my girl and crash.👍
slylynx68 said:you call that flirting? 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣 🤣
My bad, but clearly you've never done this before.🤣
Chill out, sweetheart..🙂
Later.
Richard Perez3 said:Hold on, don't leave yet—stay a bit longer.
Look, let me ask you something: when you're hooking up with a girl and you finish, does she have to feed you afterward? Because don't forget—you're losing precious protein and nutrients for absolutely nothing, alright?!
Think about it. If she doesn't even whip up a sandwich for you, I wouldn't bother sleeping with her either... honestly, I'd tell the neighbors we're done for good.
Matthew Morris28 said:Give it a rest with these meal complaints...
I was stationed at that base ten years ago—I know how it works. Food isn't the issue. Anyone claiming there isn't enough food or that meals are being skipped is simply LYING. The food isn't exactly gourmet—let's be honest, it can be pretty "unpleasant"—but there's plenty of it. The real headache is the sheer rush of everything. I think things have changed since my time, but back then, we had about 2,500 people in the barracks who all had to clear the mess hall in a thirty to sixty-minute window. The bottleneck was usually in the kitchen prep and serving lines; they used a rotation system where guys from every unit were pulled to help out—most soldiers have done it. The catch? They’d wake you up at 3 or 4 in the morning to drag you to the kitchen, and you wouldn't be done until well after sunrise. Naturally, everyone stuck on potato-peeling duty or serving lines was pissed off and hated the world for the rest of the week. If the kitchen was down for maintenance, deep cleaning, or training exercises, we got CSO (all-day dry rations). That meant a few spreads, deli meats, jams, and maybe one or two stews like bean and sausage. The only real issue with the CIA stuff was that if the stew was cold, it was barely edible—you had to fix it by heating it in hot water. Around 10 or 11 AM, they'd serve a mid-morning snack—call it whatever you want—usually donuts and chocolate milk. If you just ate that alongside breakfast (which was typically spreads, hot dogs, cheese, and a breakfast burger), you wouldn't starve. Even the guys in the brig didn't go hungry; they actually got fed first. Actually, my unit went first, which made the rest of the base hate our guts. The worst part was standing formation outside the mess hall waiting in the snow, rain, or blistering sun.
Just wrap this thread up already...
brisknomad6 said:Hey slylynx68, I gotta ask you something real quick
your posts have got me feeling a little bit lost, I guess 😢
So, were you eating six times a week because that was all they were serving you, or was it more like you just couldn't stand the other twenty-nine meals they put out?
brisknomad6 said:You ignored my question, so I’m asking it again.
H5N1 said:and you’re sitting there acting all high and mighty at some big corporation... 🤣
Look, kid—you're just a spoiled brat. Go see a psychiatrist. 😉
Carol King2 said:Let me ask you something—when you were in the service and the food was garbage, did you just sit there with your mouth shut?
slylynx68 said:I didn't miss my shot. But what can you even do when those small-town folks were perfectly happy with just a cup of yogurt and some toast? To them, it was no different than being at home. So now they’re laughing in your face—meanwhile, I wasted years training for nothing.
I held back on a few things I really should've done. Honestly, a couple of times I went there specifically to stir the pot, but ended up just walking away to the gas station instead. Finally dealt with it, though maybe a little too late.
