I wasn’t going to post on the passing of Ted “the Swimmer” Kennedy. Then I read this.
Posterity will ne’er survey
A nobler grave than this
Here lie the bones of Ted Kennedy
Stop traveler, and piss
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I wasn’t going to post on the passing of Ted “the Swimmer” Kennedy. Then I read this.
Posterity will ne’er survey
A nobler grave than this
Here lie the bones of Ted Kennedy
Stop traveler, and piss
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The only way that I could figure they could improve upon Coca-Cola, one of life’s most delightful elixirs, which studies prove will heal the sick and occasionally raise the dead, is to put rum or bourbon in it. – Lewis Grizzard via
I see how that would improve the Coca-Cola, but what a terrible way to ruin perfectly good bourbon…
I recently started taking lessons to obtain my private pilot certificate (license). While I still have a good way to go before I can call myself a pilot, I thought I would start a new, occasional aviation-themed post. So here’s the first in what I hope are a long series of “Pilot’s Posts.”
While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female Crew Chief gave the G.I.s on board the usual
information regarding seat belts, emergency procedures, etc.
Finally, she said, ‘Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew
take you safely to Afghanistan ‘
An old MSgt. sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, ‘Did I hear her right? Is the captain a woman? ‘
When the Crew Chief came back by he said ‘Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?’
‘Yes,!’ said the Crew Chief, ‘In fact, this entire crew is female.’
‘My God,’ he said, ‘I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don’t know what to think
with only women up there in the cockpit.’
‘That’s another thing, Master Sergeant,’ said the Crew Chief,
‘We No Longer Call It The Cockpit’
‘It’s The Box Office.’