Subsunk Asked...
Concerning my recent post about eating the dreaded Mutant Iraqi Flat Flounder Like Pond Fish Subsunk asked the following questions:
"So did you actually get sick? Or were you a Man about it? You know it's better to puke and bear the shame, than swallow the puke and bear the pain."
And I shall respond thusly:
As an advisor I certainly couldn't refuse to break bread...or for that matter Mutant Iraqi Flat Flounder Like Pond Fish...with my counterparts. It was a big deal to them, the fish is something they cook up special for honored guests, couldn't decline, it's not like I could say "Whoa there habibi, I ain't eatin' no three eyed, 7 finned mutant flat flounder like pond fish your cousin Ahmed caught in his septic tank!", I had to smile with delight as I choked it down. For that matter, after eating an acceptable amount so that no feelings were hurt I could certainly not display any outward signs that I wanted nothing more than to puke my freakin' guts out. That would have been... impolite. Needless to say the convoy back was interesting, one of my TCs kept asking for us to pull over so he could blow his colon but I wouldn't let him...made him wink and suck it up like the rest of us. Once I got back though, it was a different story. I could not drop my drawers fast enough. Ordinarily, with my eastern style "Squat and Thrust" toilet my blowing Sans would have resulted in something akin to modern art, a study in ochre one might say. However, that is not something I hafta worry about now, at least not since I installed this little beauty:
A Sailors gotta do what Sailors gotta do. Also, the cup holder ROCKS!
TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD
"So did you actually get sick? Or were you a Man about it? You know it's better to puke and bear the shame, than swallow the puke and bear the pain."
And I shall respond thusly:
As an advisor I certainly couldn't refuse to break bread...or for that matter Mutant Iraqi Flat Flounder Like Pond Fish...with my counterparts. It was a big deal to them, the fish is something they cook up special for honored guests, couldn't decline, it's not like I could say "Whoa there habibi, I ain't eatin' no three eyed, 7 finned mutant flat flounder like pond fish your cousin Ahmed caught in his septic tank!", I had to smile with delight as I choked it down. For that matter, after eating an acceptable amount so that no feelings were hurt I could certainly not display any outward signs that I wanted nothing more than to puke my freakin' guts out. That would have been... impolite. Needless to say the convoy back was interesting, one of my TCs kept asking for us to pull over so he could blow his colon but I wouldn't let him...made him wink and suck it up like the rest of us. Once I got back though, it was a different story. I could not drop my drawers fast enough. Ordinarily, with my eastern style "Squat and Thrust" toilet my blowing Sans would have resulted in something akin to modern art, a study in ochre one might say. However, that is not something I hafta worry about now, at least not since I installed this little beauty:
A Sailors gotta do what Sailors gotta do. Also, the cup holder ROCKS!
TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD
posted by Ed | 5/13/2006 11:00:00 AM
1 Comments:
Heh. I used to wonder why the Vietnamese had outhouses built on the ends of piers until I saw a papasan walking out to TCOB one morning with a fishing pole in hand.
Three minutes later, instant feeding frenzy.
Four minutes later, p-san strolled back toward his hooch with supper flopping on the end of the line.
Made life interesting when the Green Bean advisor you were flying around wangled you a luncheon with the village chief...
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