donttouchanything
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I realize that every service has its little ‘rites of passage’ back when I was in the USAF stationed a Wurtsmith AFB we had a little thing called “Sonic sit ups”.
We’d wait until the “Jeeps” (junior echelon enlisted person) showed up in the day room and then we have a couple of the most ‘in shape’ guys start doing sit ups with their eyes closed. Of course the rest of us would be enthralled as they told us about how much sooner they could feel the “Burn” when deprived of sensory input. It never failed that some “Jeep” would want to jump in and be one of the gang and give it a try. They didn’t usually notice “Fat Phil” (nicknamed that because, he was, well, Fat) standing in the doorway watching everything wearing only a towel, ostensibly on his way to the shower. Fat Phil was guy for whom personal hygiene always seemed a distant thought.
Once the “Jeep” had taken the bait and done a few of the “Sonic Sit ups” Fat Phil would straddle them and they’d do a face plant straight into the crack of his ample pimpled ass. Good Times, good times.
We’d wait until the “Jeeps” (junior echelon enlisted person) showed up in the day room and then we have a couple of the most ‘in shape’ guys start doing sit ups with their eyes closed. Of course the rest of us would be enthralled as they told us about how much sooner they could feel the “Burn” when deprived of sensory input. It never failed that some “Jeep” would want to jump in and be one of the gang and give it a try. They didn’t usually notice “Fat Phil” (nicknamed that because, he was, well, Fat) standing in the doorway watching everything wearing only a towel, ostensibly on his way to the shower. Fat Phil was guy for whom personal hygiene always seemed a distant thought.
Once the “Jeep” had taken the bait and done a few of the “Sonic Sit ups” Fat Phil would straddle them and they’d do a face plant straight into the crack of his ample pimpled ass. Good Times, good times.
