Back on BAF; inflation at 33% over the past 6 years?
I really hate this place. No, seriously, I hate it. It is all that is bad about both a war zone, and being at home. Because no one ever recognizes my badge and my orders, I was forced to hit Popeyes for lunch. It was bad. Real bad.
Luckily, I will not be sleeping in the transient tent, as the media folks here squared me away nicely with a little room (about 7′ x 10 feet with a bunk bed and a regular bed and a fridge.) Went down to the PX, bought crap I didn’t need. Ate my popeye’s and then made my appt for a massage at the Russian massage parlor. I noted two things, they refurbished that spa thing (the massage rooms used to be to the right, the Disney side) and hour massages have gone from $15 an hour to $20 an hour. Personally, I blame it on the french, who are all walking around with this pizza box looking beret that is absurd looking.
Nothing really to report, other than exfill has begun. Hit KAF tomorrow and play gay chicken with HeadHunter6 and roommates for 2 or 3 days and then work on transport to my PCS duty station of Fort Livingroom.
/wave SGM. You still reading my stuff Sergeant Major? Got a piece next week I just know you will enjoy, but I will wait to let suspense build. Might even be two weeks, I was thinking of doing it in iambic pentameter.
Category: Politics
$20 an hour for a massage? Haven’t gotten one here lately, have ya?
Last time I was in Vegas I booked one at the hotel. $100 for a 50-minute session, plus tip.
And stay safe. Give us a heads up if you’re passing through Pease or Bangor.
No, I get them at home too, believe you me, the $20 is the greatest thing ever. I just was noting it had gone up. Wonder what the girls make.
To post or not to post, that is the question.
-a modern revision of a classic line of iambic pentameter.
Keep on being careful, amigo. Hubris has a way of letting one find out the hard way hat the Deity has an ironic sense of humor.
Looking forward to reading the longer piece next week. But what’s with the free verse or poetry threat? IMO, bad poetry is more apropos coming from the Occutard camp. Well-written prose will be fine. (smile)
Coffee. Must. Drink. Coffee. Now. 4 above was me.
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#3, I think you’re looking for —
I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
Thy knotted and combined locks to part
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
And then you could ask him, “Okay, and after the massage…?”
It was a tranny…don’t let him lie to u…..believe we’re all ready for TSO to pack his crap so we can build our various fortress of solitude.
TSO – uh oh
headhuntersix – me thinks you may have created a monster. Ha ha ha ha ha. Forever indebted to you for making this trip happen for TSO
headhuntersix: damn. TSO is one tough dude if he’s letting someone massage him with a transmission! Those things are heavy! (smile)
Seriously, thanks for arranging this for TSO. Those of us stateside appreciate unvarnished reporting from someone who actually has “been there and done that” (and thus knows his ass from a hole in the ground) – and who also doesn’t have a blatant political agenda.
Gents, I did it for him, you folks and this blog. These two have been the voice of reason on alot of things and will be very important when all our vets start to get the same rash of shit that the Vietnam generation got. I think I’ll owe TSO and John far more then I could ever repay.
TSO doesn’t realize he’ll be sleeping over the chaplain for the next few days….I’ve already built a fort and moved his crap out.
“iambic pentameter?”
Dang, dude. I haven’t heard that one since the crotchety old Mr. Brown at USMAPS.
We probably passed in the terminal. Now I can’t even get transient barracks at KAIA. Sleeping in the coffee shop on a couch.
20 an hour for massage?
If I were there, they’d end up having to give massages with stumps. I’d hand my cc, move into the room, and tell them stop when the numbers on the card wear off…
I feel sorry for the chaplain
Oh, SNAP!