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Ein cooler Typ

by FactsAreUseless
Marine Corps Boot Camp, MCRD San Diego, early in 1980. I’m a young stud of 19 back then. Lean and mean. Yes, truly a legend in my own mind. We’re in a classroom, all four platoons in the series, so that’s about 240 recruits. Plus our drill instructors.

The class instructors like to begin with a joke or a story, so the instructor asks us, “Good morning, privates. I’m curious, who here is a virgin?”

Suddenly my right arm, disconnected from my brain and all on its own, thinking it knows what it’s doing, starts rising into the air. I look up and sure enough, that loving right arm of mine is up in the air. Why the hell did it do that?!?!

I look around the entire room, and there’s only one arm up in the air. Mine.

poo poo.

Oh well, too late, it’s up there. I hold it up, high and proud. The instructor, fully expecting nobody to raise his arm, couldn’t believe it and he lost his momentum — he couldn’t deliver his next line.

Pretty embarrassing. Oh well!

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cda

by Hand Knit
Here's my story. The year is 1982. I'm a drill instructor. 27 years old. But I've never been laid. Looking out over a new class of fresh-faced recruits, I think to myself "they all look so young. They're not ready to die. And many of them probably haven't hosed. Perhaps we can bond over not loving."

I clear my throat: “Good morning, privates. I’m curious, who here is a virgin?”

Only one kid raises his hand.

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cda posted:

Here's my story. The year is 1982. I'm a drill instructor. 27 years old. But I've never been laid. Looking out over a new class of fresh-faced recruits, I think to myself "they all look so young. They're not ready to die. And many of them probably haven't hosed. Perhaps we can bond over not loving."

I clear my throat: “Good morning, privates. I’m curious, who here is a virgin?”

Only one kid raises his hand.

lmbo calrissian

i'm into fashion
men are my passion

:eyepop:

little munchkin
back in the early 80's, a friend bet me that I couldn't gently caress an entire boot camp platoon in one day.

Long story short, when the clock struck midnight I had hosed 239 awkward pimply faced cadets and was 200$ poorer.

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little munchkin posted:

back in the early 80's, a friend bet me that I couldn't gently caress an entire boot camp platoon in one day.

Long story short, when the clock struck midnight I had hosed 239 awkward pimply faced cadets and was 200$ poorer.

lol

lmbo calrissian

i'm into fashion
men are my passion

little munchkin posted:

back in the early 80's, a friend bet me that I couldn't gently caress an entire boot camp platoon in one day.

Long story short, when the clock struck midnight I had hosed 239 awkward pimply faced cadets and was 200$ poorer.

:eyepop::eyepop::eyepop:

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I had a dream one time where I was a Marine boot camp recruit's right arm in the year 1980. I.. I can't talk about it.

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little munchkin posted:

back in the early 80's, a friend bet me that I couldn't gently caress an entire boot camp platoon in one day.

Long story short, when the clock struck midnight I had hosed 239 awkward pimply faced cadets and was 200$ poorer.

alnilam

Splatmaster posted:

I had a dream one time where I was a Marine boot camp recruit's right arm in the year 1980. I.. I can't talk about it.

lol

cda

by Hand Knit

Splatmaster posted:

I had a dream one time where I was a Marine boot camp recruit's right arm in the year 1980. I.. I can't talk about it.

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little munchkin posted:

back in the early 80's, a friend bet me that I couldn't gently caress an entire boot camp platoon in one day.

Long story short, when the clock struck midnight I had hosed 239 awkward pimply faced cadets and was 200$ poorer.

Nice.

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Splatmaster posted:

I had a dream one time where I was a Marine boot camp recruit's right arm in the year 1980. I.. I can't talk about it.

Bob? It's me, Mike!



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Bacon Taco posted:

Bob? It's me, Mike!

OH SHOT TBEN WGKO WAS I?

Duckbox

I spent most of the 80s posing as drill instructors and sneaking onto military bases to satisfy my virgin humiliation fetish.

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by Jeffrey of YOSPOS

Ein cooler Typ posted:

Marine Corps Boot Camp, MCRD San Diego, early in 1980. I’m a young stud of 19 back then. Lean and mean. Yes, truly a legend in my own mind. We’re in a classroom, all four platoons in the series, so that’s about 240 recruits. Plus our drill instructors.

The class instructors like to begin with a joke or a story, so the instructor asks us, “Good morning, privates. I’m curious, who here is a virgin?”

Suddenly my right arm, disconnected from my brain and all on its own, thinking it knows what it’s doing, starts rising into the air. I look up and sure enough, that loving right arm of mine is up in the air. Why the hell did it do that?!?!

I look around the entire room, and there’s only one arm up in the air. Mine.

poo poo.

Oh well, too late, it’s up there. I hold it up, high and proud. The instructor, fully expecting nobody to raise his arm, couldn’t believe it and he lost his momentum — he couldn’t deliver his next line.

Pretty embarrassing. Oh well!

:randpop:

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