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When I was in Pakistan, as I'd head home, I would swing into the Karachi US Consulate club. I don't think the Hilton served so, it was the only game in town. Flights left around 3AM, so the choice was check in at the Hilton or drink at the club.
One time a couple of US Navy ships were in port on some goodwill tour. They had only recently started allowing women to serve on combat ships. Well, they let the crew come ashore for a part on the consulate grounds, including free beer. Some grisly old chief got stinking and passed out.
Someone convinced one of the young ladies to donate a bottle of nail polish. They did the chief's fingers and toes. When it was time to go, they woke this guy up and he was trashed. Unsteady, pissed off and trying desperately to pick the nail polish off...
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James
The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the engineer adjusts the sails.- William Arthur Ward (1921-1994)
Red-beard for President, 2020
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