Dick Burglar posted:

what if i have a degree (in sociology, lol) and my life is falling apart

Softface posted:

Gotta pay student loans somehow!

Dick Burglar posted:

what if i have a degree (in sociology, lol) and my life is falling apart

Melthir posted:

I had a guy with a masters in anthropology.

Kavak posted:

Is the merchant marine still a thing?

Kavak posted:

Is the merchant marine still a thing?

at the date posted:

learn how to loving weld or something I don't loving know, anything. Enlisting is not the answer.

tastefully arranged labia posted:

marine open contract

quote:

In the spring of 1953, for an atomic test series called Operation Upshot-Knothole, soldier volunteers were asked to perform duck-and-cover drills inside five-foot-deep trenches that had been dug into the desert floor several miles from ground zero. The men were specifically instructed not to look at the atomic blast. But curiosity got the better of at least one young officer, a twenty-two-year-old lieutenant identified in declassified records as “S.H.” Instead of facing away from the blast, the lieutenant looked over his left shoulder in the direction of the atomic bomb when it detonated with a force of 43 kilotons.

“He didn’t wear his goggles and he looked,” Colonel Pickering told President Clinton’s Advisory Committee in 1994. Because light enters the eye through the cornea and is refracted when it hits the lens, Pickering explained, images are flipped upside down. As a result, the image of an inverted nuclear fireball was seared on the lieutenant’s retina “forever,” leaving what Pickering described as “probably one of the most beautiful images of a fireball you’d ever see in your life.” Pickering said that doctors at the SAM kept a photograph of the man’s eyeball for their collection. The Advisory Committee determined that the SAM continued its classified flashblindness studies until at least 1962 but that most of the records had been lost or destroyed.

Turtlicious posted:

I take about 120mg Adderall IR a day (prescribed by my doctor) but I will take week -> month breaks just to make sure im not twinging out. I feel fantastic when I'm taking it though, and it helps with my depression 10/10 would recommend.

CHICKEN SHOES posted:

enlist as infantry!!!!!!!!!!

not caring here posted:

Isn't the military one of the few places that would consider a master's from University of Phoenix worth more than toilet paper?

chemosh6969 posted:

I would have let him turn the paper in because anyone that stupid needs to learn a lesson. Otherwise they're just going to do it later on.

Dick Burglar posted:

what if i have a degree (in sociology, lol) and my life is falling apart

chemosh6969 posted:

This is a pretty good book but some of the reviews left at Amazon miss the point. They're crying because they think the author's saying all Nazis are bad

my kinda ape posted:

All Nazis ARE bad. It's really too bad it would have been impractical for us to hang every last one of them.

McNally posted:

Also of note is chucklefuck's wife: Had he not been a liar, she'd still have her leg. But she insists that her husband is telling the truth.

Zeris posted:

If she gave in to common sense then she'd have to admit she doesn't have a leg to stand on.

Proud Christian Mom posted:

Lol that train accident was in my home town. They ran a parade route across train tracks and not a single loving soul thought about checking with Union Pacific to see if trains come through at that time(they do, every goddamned day).

my kinda ape posted:

All Nazis ARE bad. It's really too bad it would have been impractical for us to hang every last one of them.

Proud Christian Mom posted:

Lol that train accident was in my home town. They ran a parade route across train tracks and not a single loving soul thought about checking with Union Pacific to see if trains come through at that time(they do, every goddamned day).

McNally posted:

Here's a doozy of an idiot story:

Dude and his wife are on a parade float during some veterans parade. Dude was chosen to be on the float because he'd received a Purple Heart. The float is hit by a train and the dude's wife is injured so badly her leg is amputated.

In all the hoobajoob following the accident, it's discovered that the dude's claim that he received a Purple Heart in Panama are bullshit 'cause he was in high school at the time.

So he said "wait, did I say Panama? I meant during super secret squirrel anti-drug operations in 1991. Yeah, totally, that's when I got my Purple Heart. During the Drug War. The literal Drug War, not the War on Drugs. Two different things."

So prosecutors charge him with stealing from the state, because he got free license plates for like four years while claiming he had a Purple Heart using a forged DD-214.

The prosecutors' case was as follows: Chucklefuck never received a Purple Heart. There is no record of him receiving a Purple Heart. The retired general who commanded the base he claimed to have been based at for says nobody received a Purple Heart. The medical officer in charge of medical operations there said nobody was wounded. People he served with say it never happened. Chucklefuck himself has no memory of minor things like the names of anybody he served with on his secret squirrel mission, but it totally happened.

The defense's case was as follows: Ignore that massive stack of documents that the prosecution has! Dude has a Purple Heart because it's right here on his DD-214!

http://www.fox5atlanta.com/news/i-team/251991040-story

Also of note is chucklefuck's wife: Had he not been a liar, she'd still have her leg. But she insists that her husband is telling the truth.

Stultus Maximus posted:

I was in Sang Bang, Dang Gong, all over the place. Lots of places.
I was with the Green Berets, Special Unit Battalions, Commando Airborne Tactics, Specialist Tactics Unit Battalion.
Yeah, it was real hush hush.
I was Agent Orange, Special Agent Orange, that was me

Dick Burglar posted:

According to Wikipedia, the float tried crossing the tracks after the lights and bells started going off and even after the gate started to come down

"Gee, I wonder what these sounds and lights mean. And now these bars are blocking us from crossing. Oh well, can't be anything too important, let's go on through! "

Stultus Maximus posted:

I was in Sang Bang, Dang Gong, all over the place. Lots of places.
I was with the Green Berets, Special Unit Battalions, Commando Airborne Tactics, Specialist Tactics Unit Battalion.
Yeah, it was real hush hush.
I was Agent Orange, Special Agent Orange, that was me

Reverand maynard posted:

I read this in charlie murphy's voice from his character in the boondocks

Memento posted:

A soldier at the Australian Army's Shoalwater Bay training grounds was killed yesterday after being struck by a tree branch while on the top of an M113 APC.

From some guys that were there, there is absolutely zero truth to the story that he was mooning the APC behind him. He definitely did not have his arse out.

Definitely did not.

Naked Bear posted:

We had a new-ish LT from the MICO attached to us in Afghanistan who was kind of stuck up and... I don't really want to call him a prick, but he was a bit. Anyway, one day we're tootling along, driving along some mildly-hairy dirt road near a semi-occupied village. The XO (good dude, but kind of a weenie) is out with us for whatever reason, so I've got him on my truck (I had the oddball truck that often wound up taking along whomever was along for whatever). We usually say that the truck belongs to the gunner, but this seriously was my truck because we didn't have enough useful guys in the platoon for me to have a driver. I am the only person actually assigned to this vehicle (actually pretty nice, tbh). The LT is standing out the back left hatch of the truck, I think I had one of the mortars on the gun, and I was behind the wheel.

ANYWAY, we're tootling along and I'm doing everything I can to squeeze this thing through a path that was never meant for such large vehicles. Suddenly, I hear something like "whoa, whoa, whoa," and then a loud, angry "sproing" and a "thump." Turns out the XO wasn't really paying attention to where we were going, so he never noticed that one of the low-hanging tree branches was coming right for the Duke antenna on the side of the truck (if you're not familiar, it's a really beefy antenna with a seriously strong spring on its base). The antenna caught the branch, and as the truck kept slowly rolling forward, that antenna slowly bent further and further back until the branch slipped off, swung toward the back of the truck barely missing the XO who ducked just in time, and loving nailed that LT in the back of the head, instantly making his face one with the top of the truck and knocking him out cold. I stopped the truck, and in the next few moments, the guy regains consciousness, and without saying a word, drops the ramp and just walks out the back. One of the other guys has to go run out and pull him back into the truck.

Amazingly enough, despite being the textbook definition of TBI and having all of those symptoms, he immediately became much more personable after that day. I dunno how that works.

Naked Bear posted: