See, sometimes I even wear clothes when I cook. Happy HNT y'all!
Speaking of Lori, she did an HNT post this week with some great ass! Be sure to check it out.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Valentines Day HNT a Week Later
We had a great Valentines Day, I mean night. Lori had to work, so she didn't get here until after 6:00. We exchanged gifts and then had dinner. I cooked her favorite meal, 5 pounds of snow crab legs, home made Red Lobster clone biscuits and Caesar salad. Want some?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Chapter 4: Basic Training - Part 7: Graduation Day
I know it's been a while since my last army story September, sorry. I got the book writing bug back, so decided to post the last chapter of my US Army Basic Training adventure.
The last day of basic training had finally arrived, Graduation Day! We were all very excited, most of us anyway. A few guys didn’t pass all the PT tests and had to be “recycled” into another unit and keep trying until they do pass. I suppose that after they failed enough, they were kicked out of the army.
The graduation ceremony went smoothly. Several men had family there to watch them graduate if they lived close enough. Since I lived so far away, New York, my family couldn’t be there. No matter, I was proud enough of myself for making it though for everyone. I remember getting chills as we marched in formation past the stand. The bleachers were full of people and all kinds of “brass”, e.g., officers. What a difference those nine weeks made, because now we actually looked like soldiers.
After the ceremony, we headed back to the company area to gather up our belongings and get our orders for our next assignment. Those of us that graduated from basic training were promoted to Private E-2, which showed everyone that we weren’t recruits any longer. We also received our “yearbook”, which is where I got the pictures of the people you see here. We passed around the yearbooks for signatures; much like you did when you graduated high school. When we were all done with that, we were called to formation and told what we were in for next.
Up until now, nobody really knew where they would be assigned and held out that small glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t be for infantry training, which pretty much meant an all expense paid trip to Vietnam. However, like me, most were assigned to infantry training AIT, but a few others, like the men who enlisted, got different assignments. A few guys that were drafted got orders for mess cook and clerical position AIT. They didn’t sign up for that, they were just ordered to do it. I guess that’s what all that testing at the reception station was all about. Those assignments wouldn’t get them out of going to Vietnam, because mess cooks and clerical people were needed there too. However, being a mess cook or an office worker in Vietnam was a lot better than being an infantryman.
We were issued our orders and then fell out so we could go into our barracks to get our duffel bags. We walked out of those barracks for the last time leaving them as spotlessly clean, just is it was when we arrived 9 weeks earlier. Few of us joked about how the next group would make the same mistake we did the first time we entered the barracks. They would walk down the center aisle scuffing it up and be chastised for walking on “HIS” floor by the drill sergeant.
Here are the basic training graduation pictures from our "yearbook" of all of the soldiers in my unit; Company A, Sixth Battalion, Second Brigade. There are also pictures of a few other guys I hung out with from other platoons. I wonder how many of the young men you see here never made it back alive from Vietnam, I wonder.
If you couldn't tell which one was me, here's a close up.
We said our good byes and headed off to AIT, wherever that was? Most of us were assigned to infantry training AIT at Fort Jackson. This is where we would actually learn to be an infantryman for service in Vietnam.
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The last day of basic training had finally arrived, Graduation Day! We were all very excited, most of us anyway. A few guys didn’t pass all the PT tests and had to be “recycled” into another unit and keep trying until they do pass. I suppose that after they failed enough, they were kicked out of the army.The graduation ceremony went smoothly. Several men had family there to watch them graduate if they lived close enough. Since I lived so far away, New York, my family couldn’t be there. No matter, I was proud enough of myself for making it though for everyone. I remember getting chills as we marched in formation past the stand. The bleachers were full of people and all kinds of “brass”, e.g., officers. What a difference those nine weeks made, because now we actually looked like soldiers.
After the ceremony, we headed back to the company area to gather up our belongings and get our orders for our next assignment. Those of us that graduated from basic training were promoted to Private E-2, which showed everyone that we weren’t recruits any longer. We also received our “yearbook”, which is where I got the pictures of the people you see here. We passed around the yearbooks for signatures; much like you did when you graduated high school. When we were all done with that, we were called to formation and told what we were in for next.
Up until now, nobody really knew where they would be assigned and held out that small glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t be for infantry training, which pretty much meant an all expense paid trip to Vietnam. However, like me, most were assigned to infantry training AIT, but a few others, like the men who enlisted, got different assignments. A few guys that were drafted got orders for mess cook and clerical position AIT. They didn’t sign up for that, they were just ordered to do it. I guess that’s what all that testing at the reception station was all about. Those assignments wouldn’t get them out of going to Vietnam, because mess cooks and clerical people were needed there too. However, being a mess cook or an office worker in Vietnam was a lot better than being an infantryman.
We were issued our orders and then fell out so we could go into our barracks to get our duffel bags. We walked out of those barracks for the last time leaving them as spotlessly clean, just is it was when we arrived 9 weeks earlier. Few of us joked about how the next group would make the same mistake we did the first time we entered the barracks. They would walk down the center aisle scuffing it up and be chastised for walking on “HIS” floor by the drill sergeant.
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Here are the basic training graduation pictures from our "yearbook" of all of the soldiers in my unit; Company A, Sixth Battalion, Second Brigade. There are also pictures of a few other guys I hung out with from other platoons. I wonder how many of the young men you see here never made it back alive from Vietnam, I wonder.
If you couldn't tell which one was me, here's a close up.We said our good byes and headed off to AIT, wherever that was? Most of us were assigned to infantry training AIT at Fort Jackson. This is where we would actually learn to be an infantryman for service in Vietnam.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
There's no accounting for taste
Tonight Lori and I were reminiscing and watched a few of the videos I've posted on YouTube. Remember the video we took of my last shower before my master bath was gutted. The one before the remodeling started way back in August?
You'll never believe it, but so far it's gotten over 37,000 hits! Yes, 37,000 hits!!!!!
Who'd a thunk it that there would be so many pervs checking out my hot naked bod?
Guess what? It's also been flagged as being naughty.
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Ya, mama! I'm officially soft porn!
How cool is that? I'm porn!!!!!!
You'll never believe it, but so far it's gotten over 37,000 hits! Yes, 37,000 hits!!!!!
Who'd a thunk it that there would be so many pervs checking out my hot naked bod?
Guess what? It's also been flagged as being naughty.
This video or group may contain content that is inappropriate for some users, as flagged by YouTube's user community. To view this video or group, please verify you are 18 or older by logging in or signing up.
Ya, mama! I'm officially soft porn!
How cool is that? I'm porn!!!!!!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Texas Sex Toy Ban Overturned
This is definitely good news.
It's definitely going to be a happy Valentine's Day for the good horny people of Texas: the Lone Star State's infamous sex toy ban has finally been overturned. After years of needless meddling in people's sex lives, the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the ban -- which made it a crime to sell sex toys shaped like human genitalia -- was in violation of the 14th Amendment, also known as the right to privacy. Interestingly enough, Mississippi and Alabama are also within the jurisdiction of the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, so we'll be interested to see how this ruling affects the former's groundbreaking investigative journalism."Court overturns Texas sex toys ban" (businessweek.com)
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It's definitely going to be a happy Valentine's Day for the good horny people of Texas: the Lone Star State's infamous sex toy ban has finally been overturned. After years of needless meddling in people's sex lives, the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled that the ban -- which made it a crime to sell sex toys shaped like human genitalia -- was in violation of the 14th Amendment, also known as the right to privacy. Interestingly enough, Mississippi and Alabama are also within the jurisdiction of the 5th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, so we'll be interested to see how this ruling affects the former's groundbreaking investigative journalism."Court overturns Texas sex toys ban" (businessweek.com)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Will someone please take the camera from Lori HNT?
I took a shower and then went to the closet to pick out a sexy outfit for her.Of course I couldn't see her take this picture.
Then I sat down on the bed to get dressed.With my back to her, I couldn't see her take this one either.
I couldn't even pull up my briefs without her taking this picture.WILL SOMEONE PLEASE
TAKE THE CAMERA AWAY FROM LORI?
TAKE THE CAMERA AWAY FROM LORI?
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In addition, I want to wish all of the ladies a very Happy Valentines Day! These are for you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
THE STRIKE IS OVER!
HALA-FUCKING-ULA! The writers strike is over! Now maybe we can get some new episodes of my favorite porn TV shows.
Monday, February 11, 2008
You know something?
Patriot fans don't have a sense of humor. Let me explain.
Last Friday Lori, her kids, their dog and I went up to Rhode Island for Lori's mom's 75th birthday. Saturday we all went to a chicken farm for all you can eat oven baked chicken, fries, pasta, salad and rolls for just $10,25 a head. The food was good and a fun time was had by all.
The bathroom was nice too.
Most people went back to Lori's mom and dad's place for a desert of ice cream and cake. This is the birthday cake Lori imported from Long Island for the event. She bought it at the bakery the aquarium she works at uses when they cater parties.
I couldn't wait for the evening to wind down, because once most guests left, I would flash my New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt as sort of a joke to rub in the Patriots loosing the Super Bowl to the Giants to Lori's brother and sister in law.
Soon most people left and it was time for my joke. Sol I handed Lori my camera to take pictures and went into the other room to put on my Giant tee shirt.
I walked out and sat down next to Lori's brother. He couldn't see the tee shirt and wondered WTF was I doing getting a picture of him and I, but gave a big smile for the picture.
Lori's sister in law saw the shirt and just frowned. I had to get a shot of that.
We all laughed until the butt of my joke came at me with large knives.
If it wasn't for Lori coming to my defense, I'm sure I would have been wild critter dinner that night. Thanks babe!
Even the New England weather gods can't take a joke.
This is what we woke up to the next morning. Just in time for that 1 1/4 hour drive back to the ferry to make my get away.
But being threatened with knives wasn't even the worst part of the weekend. Sleeping space was at a premium, so Lori's daughter had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room near the fold out sofa bed Lori and I slept on. That meant no snuggling. We have always manage to sneak in some late night snuggling once everyone has closed the doors to the bedrooms and fallen a sleep, but this time we weren't going to take a chance waking her daughter with sqeeky sofa springs.
Last Friday Lori, her kids, their dog and I went up to Rhode Island for Lori's mom's 75th birthday. Saturday we all went to a chicken farm for all you can eat oven baked chicken, fries, pasta, salad and rolls for just $10,25 a head. The food was good and a fun time was had by all.
The bathroom was nice too.
Most people went back to Lori's mom and dad's place for a desert of ice cream and cake. This is the birthday cake Lori imported from Long Island for the event. She bought it at the bakery the aquarium she works at uses when they cater parties.I couldn't wait for the evening to wind down, because once most guests left, I would flash my New York Giant's Super Bowl XLII Champions tee shirt as sort of a joke to rub in the Patriots loosing the Super Bowl to the Giants to Lori's brother and sister in law.
Soon most people left and it was time for my joke. Sol I handed Lori my camera to take pictures and went into the other room to put on my Giant tee shirt.
I walked out and sat down next to Lori's brother. He couldn't see the tee shirt and wondered WTF was I doing getting a picture of him and I, but gave a big smile for the picture.
Lori's sister in law saw the shirt and just frowned. I had to get a shot of that.We all laughed until the butt of my joke came at me with large knives.
If it wasn't for Lori coming to my defense, I'm sure I would have been wild critter dinner that night. Thanks babe!
Even the New England weather gods can't take a joke.
This is what we woke up to the next morning. Just in time for that 1 1/4 hour drive back to the ferry to make my get away.But being threatened with knives wasn't even the worst part of the weekend. Sleeping space was at a premium, so Lori's daughter had to sleep on a fold out cot in the living room near the fold out sofa bed Lori and I slept on. That meant no snuggling. We have always manage to sneak in some late night snuggling once everyone has closed the doors to the bedrooms and fallen a sleep, but this time we weren't going to take a chance waking her daughter with sqeeky sofa springs.
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