The Master Sergeant's main concern is finding a capable Corporal who will relieve him of the actual endless pain in the butt detail work required to keep a company functioning, so that he can retire to his cozy Sergeant's Quarters and drink himself to death.
This morning, during a weekend loaf push, MamaM began to wonder how Titus manages to get such a clean look at his finished loaves?
Does he get up off the seat before he wipes to turn around for a gaze and stand there admiring his work with his cheeks squeezed against his unclean asshole and his pants bagging about his feet?
Does he wiggle around on the seat, trying to peer into the dark hole past his hog, hoping for a glimpse of the fresh loaves emerging from the shadows and falling into the bowl?
Does he turn around for a look after he cleans up and pulls up his pants, when the loaves are covered with TP, and then use his imagination to complete the picture of what might be lying under the pile of sodden tissue?
Or maybe the eastern influences in his life have caused him to adopt the method of using a hand in place of tissue, thus avoiding the problem of obstruction and providing a clear view prior to flush?
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Gomer and him did spend a lot of time on base.
On first base?
The proper adjection is that he was hardly trying.
Hey look, a rare clumber.
I love pinching a loaf during weekends.
You have time to perfect the "Process".
And I am all about process.
I utilize six sigma lean process controls for my weekend loafs.
thanks.
tits.
That's not a rare clumber Fred.
He made a terrible Sargent and a worse President. What were you guys thinking?
The Master Sergeant's main concern is finding a capable Corporal who will relieve him of the actual endless pain in the butt detail work required to keep a company functioning, so that he can retire to his cozy Sergeant's Quarters and drink himself to death.
Titus, that is a short legged bull clumber. Even more rare than the rare clumber.
This morning, during a weekend loaf push, MamaM began to wonder how Titus manages to get such a clean look at his finished loaves?
Does he get up off the seat before he wipes to turn around for a gaze and stand there admiring his work with his cheeks squeezed against his unclean asshole and his pants bagging about his feet?
Does he wiggle around on the seat, trying to peer into the dark hole past his hog, hoping for a glimpse of the fresh loaves emerging from the shadows and falling into the bowl?
Does he turn around for a look after he cleans up and pulls up his pants, when the loaves are covered with TP, and then use his imagination to complete the picture of what might be lying under the pile of sodden tissue?
Or maybe the eastern influences in his life have caused him to adopt the method of using a hand in place of tissue, thus avoiding the problem of obstruction and providing a clear view prior to flush?
He is a Gunnery Sergeant and would have been called "gunny" by superiors and subordinates alike.
Never watched more than a couple episodes of Gomer Pyle Jim Nabors always gave me the creeps.
Was Jim Nabors a martyr to the pyles like Lytton Strachey was?
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