The Colonel Rides the Buffer.

Back in 2004, having come back from the desert twenty pounds and one wife lighter, I bought a small little place over in Largo, Florida where I had found post deployment work in the private sector. It was a pretty decent little house. With no spouse and an all-of-the-sudden bit of extra time on my hands, I decided to fix up the place. The first thing that had to go, was that nasty, puke colored carpet. Tearing it out and having it replaced was going to be time consuming and fairly expensive. However, once again I was reminded that God takes care of fools and drunks, and as all my friends, acquaintances and Class-B Dependents know, I am well qualified in both categories. //

cmdr_burr
6 hours ago
Ha ha! Great story, Colonel! Takes me back to my enlisted days, when, as an E-3, I was assigned to buff a passageway (with no prior instruction). I got whacked in the 'nads right off the bat (but only once).

Nos Nevets

Only once! Castrated, huh?

Pointy Haired boss: I hear we need more eunuch programmers.
Dilbert: That's "UNIX".
PHB: Oh. If the company nurse comes by, tell her nevermind.