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Bottom row, right to left: Ken Figliozzi, David Bork, Monte (Walker?), Gary Smoke. Top row, right to left: Jorge Hitchfield (he always played that song about the "rooster in the yard"-Cocoroco), brunette-Maybe Monte's wife?, Cheryl Bork, and Out and About-Eight Corps. Oh, and as for the "floating cowboy girl" that's Ex-10 as you already know... I know Out and About's name, but since she posted this, I am not sure if I should give away the anonymity thing. But then again, she did post her pic. But for the sake of whatever, check your private topics...

Engine, that's not Jorge Dieppa, it's Jorge Hitchfield. And wow! Ex10, what a babe! You look like your avatar! And the hat, well, you know how the "High Country" thing was part of our self invented culture in dem days. This look must have come in just after "The Mal Look" wore off, and the "Rodeo Look" was coming on. The only folks that I remember who truly wore the western look as part of their "thing" was Mike Winslow, and another tall guy who went into "trucker outreach". Jim Somebody... And, do any of you remember the video that the Eight and Tenth Corps made just before the Eighth Corps weddings? Remember the one that was made specifically for the bachelor and bachlorette parties called "Hotel Highway Handyman?" starring Jay Summers as "the Handyman", and Brenda Roller, Margo Kubiak, Clyde Roberts and others? Oh yeah, and John Crouch was sort of a geek in it and Frank Scaife was pimped out in Super fly clothes. Geez, if anyone knew how to get a hold of Brenda Roller, maybe she knows where a copy of that might exist. I would have to say that this would probably be priceless, at least to us anyway. Maybe in the right hands, some computer geek could turn it into an MP3 and we could post it here for all to view! But that would something fun to watch no doubt. Engine, were you in it?

Yeah Hammer, I agree with your last post. Too bad people had to gage their spirituality on their "spiritual success", whether real or contrived. Our spiritual success comes from our redemption through Jesus Christ our Lord, period. Works be damned...

Andrea, you're NOT sayin that you put things on the twins are ya?! Oh say it isn't so!!

Uh oh...Have you ever said something that you wish you didn't say? :o-->

I saw plenty of real miracles. And so did my wife. And we still do.

Dammitt! Probly T B*rns or J S*mmers...sumbitches... :)-->

Hey Psalmie, way to go! Now you can be in the state where the state song is "Georgia On My Mind"! I grew up in Bethesda Maryland, and I always hated Baltimore. Glad you "got out". And hey, I did a recording with me playing harmonica on that song. Wish I could post it here... Well, have fun and "happy moving", something not foreign to we nomadic "Wayfers". We're experts at that ya know!

And yes Chatty Cathy, I am thankful for Big Ed (as my wife calls "him") every day. I think it's kinda part of Life It's Own Self. With us guys anyway... No, Vickles. it's really us. We (and I speak for myself and all of the guys whom I have known throughout my short lifetime-47 years) who really are the ones with the perveted minds. Or, is it just the way we were made by God or Nature, to whomsoever one pay homage? Even in the animal kingdom, it's the males who are the aggressive ones. I could tell you about how the moose and caribou up here in Alaska act, but then, it would seem really perverted, and not suited for human female ears. Certainly not suitable for my sweet Sistahs in Christ! But with we humans, we should at least not "over step the bounds of decency and freedom of will. That's when the whole thing goes awry, I think... But damn! Those moose and caribou are outrageous! P.S. Great topic by the way... :)-->

Ex 10. You gotta PT me and tell me which one of my 10 Corps brothers they were. Maybe just some initials woulds suffice. I's jes dyin ta know!

Problem is Vickles, most guys would probably enjoy having their crotch stared at in a lustful manner, being guys ya know. They might not think of it as a "pay back", but rather as a possible payday! And, my oh my, Ex10, you naughty girl! I always thought of you as as somewhat of a "polly purebread", back in the day. Little did I know! But, I know that was satire, but maybe a little truth? Hmm?

Wow, Diazbro! This answers a long standing question in my life! I always seem to notice women's breasts when I am at the grocery store shopping for food! Man, and to think that as my kids were still at mama's breast, or if they were hungry for mama's breasts, I would say; "Aww Tialani, do you want some "groceries" from Mama? Hmm?" And then when Mama would bear the breast for the baby, I'd say; "There ya go! There's the grocery store!" And so, since I am usually hungry when shopping for groceries, it is now evident as to why I seem to gaze at women's breasts more often while shopping for groceries. And to think it was only hunger for food! It's only been a subconscious thing. And, is this why there is an innordinate amount of skinny guys at titty bars?

Well, now I suppose that would be unnatural if I didn't care about that one. But I certainly don't have any penchant for any others!

Well, that is the true topic here, right?

I've always loved large breasts. I don't care much at all for penises though...

So Paw, is this why my Private topics message just disappeared today? Just curious. I guess they aren't really very important. And I do not envy your task of pruning so many posts. Thanks for everything buddy.. Jonny

Lack of love...Hmmph...How bout, I forgot because being on the spot is scary? One time in Christian Communication: Dave B*dard says: Kevin Nye stand up! Recite CC Principle# 7! Kevin stands up, struggles with it, but doesn't have it all down. DB yelling: Why can't you remember it?!?! Dave B*rk just said it two minutes ago! Are you deaf?!?! (As a matter of fact Kevin did have a serious hearing loss, but was not in favor of blaming things on his hearing loss, and didn't like to confess the negative of said hearing loss with the hopes of being healed one day). Kevin begins to stammer something and DB screams; "Answer me! Are-You- Deaf?!?! Kev*n still doesn't want to say yes, because he knows that this is not why he can't recite it anyway. But if he says no, it wouldn't really be true, and if yes, it would seem as an excuse and he'd really get creamed. Rock and a hard place. And on Kevin's right is his gal pal (just really good friend, for she was married) Karin Morgan. Karin is fidgeting in her chair as Kevin is being interrogated, grilled, smoked! Her husband Max had his hand on her knee, trying to keep her in check. He knows what she's thinking... DB keeps on screaming at the top of his lungs (that little nipper!), and finally Karin can stand the abuse no more because Kevin is her friend. So, she leaps to her feet and yells almost in a military fashion; "Yes Dave! He is very hard of hearing! He lost alot of his hearing due to adult measles and he doesn't want to confess that his hearing is bad because he wants to be healed one day!!!" And then slams back down in her seat next to Kevin as he sits down too and hugs him, kisses him on the cheek, and then hugs Max, burying her head in his shoulder and sobbed saying "I'm sorry I'm sorry", waiting for DB to rip into her. It was so quiet one could hear a pin drop, except for Karin's crying... But DB didn't rip into her. He was speechless for a moment, and then quietly says; "Well then why didn't you say so?" And Kevin says; "Because like Karin said, I never want to confess that my ears are bad and I don't want to use the loss as an excuse." And DB said; "oh". Now, that Karin was some kind of a friend, no? What a Sister! God rest her soul. She died a few years later of ovarian cancer. :(-->

Sounds superb Igotout. Was my wife with you all? And, didn't Vince F*nnegan have his name written somewhere in the dome of the Anderson Library from some years gone by? Back when he wasn't with The Way? I heard that he'd been sent there by the Law for being bad, or something..

Can anyone of you Sickth Corps people tell the story about Jeff Mo*n trying to catch or kill pigeons up on the roof of Kenyon while some "dignitaries" were getting a tour or something? I remember that it was hilarious, but hardly know the details. Research Geek?

Oh yeah Engine, I remember that! I ate everything including the greased BB's. Wheat Berries I think they were? I went in at 178 and dropped to 160 real quick. I also ran a whole lot, which is something I had never done in my life. Hmm, less food and regular exercise. Not a bad concept, really... And the people! How can we forget 'em? Must be why we hang out here. I remembe you fore shore. I was in some skit with you and Jeff Probes. Something to do with Jaques DeMolay, whoever the h that was.. But one time Bryce Shirley and I sat at a table full of women, who would have nothing to do with the liver and onions. well, I have never been a big fan of liver and onions, but, since every bit of it (but Bryce and mine) ended up on the common plate, Bryce and I gleefully gorged ourselves on every last morsel. But, the girls looked at us as if we belonged in a cage or something. The hostess tried to tell us that we practicing the sin of gluttony. But did we care? Naa. We gobbled it all. Maybe we needed protein...

Rev. Tuttle, you have inspired me, that is, in m'mind. Ist year in rez, 10th Corps. 2:30 a.m. in the Bless Patrol office. My midnight to 2:00 a.m. shift is over. No relief for me. She shoulda' been there at 2:00 a.m. I go to Owens Hall to wake her. I walk into girls open dorm room. I know what she looks like in that she is a friend, but don't know where her bed is. I sneak through the room looking at sleeping faces, fearing that the girls will awaken and shriek at my male presence. Finally, I find her. On a top bunk, lying on her back at my eye level. I do a double take as I realize that she is in her full glory, stark nekked! Taken totally by surprise, I finally look away, walk halfway to the door thinking; "f**k it, let her sleep, I can't wake her up like that". Then I think; "No, dammit! She needs to relieve me! I need to get at least two hours of sleep tonight! It's not my fault that she decided to sleep in thew "buff"! I only want to get some rest, is that so wrong? ?" I go back, eye level again, only looking at her face tying not to take at least one more glance at her breasts, and whisper in her ear; "Ga*l! Time to get up! Bless Patrol! Yer late!" She sits bolt upright, looks down at her nakedness, looks at me and screams; "You sonofabit*h! What the **** are you doing in here?! Get the **** outa here you lousy rotten blankety blank....." I try to calm her, explain that I only want to be relieved, but she's not listening, only yelling. Surley she could see that I was only looking at her face! But no... I run for the door. Other women see me. I hear some of them scream. I hear their words; "Who is it Ga*l? How long was he in here? Get outa here you ba*tard! Did he touch you? etc etc." I'm freakin . I sprint all the way back to the maintenance bldg/BP office. One roving Bless Patrol person sees me running as I streak between Wierwille Library and Kenyon Hall. Goes for his radio... Oh-My-Gawd! Now I'm a peeping Tom! I didn't ask for this! All I wanted was "more harmony in the home!" At BP office, I sit in a chair catching my breath as BP people show up to find out what happened. I tell them, they burst out laughing. Ga*l shows up madder'n a wet hen and starts railing on me. Her TC, an elder Corps man interrupts and tells her that it was what she gets for not waking up and being on time. Everyone laughs again. She gets red, but starts to laugh, but only a little. Relieved, I go home to the Hallowed Halls of Uncle Harry Hall Highrise but still fearing reprisals. Ga*l and I remained friends however. I winked at her a time or two during meetings, to which her usual response was an extended middle finger, but also accompanied with a grin..

Damn Tom! That sounds downright kinky! As a young single 22 year old in the Corps, I always wondered about what went on behind those closed doors! I had no idea it was so, so, shall we say, progressive? Maybe it was an effort to introduce group sex? A little "swapping?" Hell, who woulda known? Damn that's pretty funny. I imagine at a moment like that, one could have become weakened in one's Corps comittment by saying to oneself; "Why am I really here God?"

Mr. Hammeroni, With all due respect, how do you think you are going to convince Innies to come on out when you are sarcastic with terms like "Martinpuke", Rozilla", "da Word" or the keys to "da kingdom"? Even though it is true that they are being mis-lead, when you say "da Word", you are in effect mocking something that they hold dear to themselves. Now, when you said this: Well then, that's more like it. It was confrontational and an expression of your desire that they smell the coffe and come out for a breath of fresh air, and, it was also respectful. But when people use the terms "Vee Pee", and "Loy Boy" and things reeking with cheap sarcasm, it just seems to me that anyone who still has somewhat of a belief to be "In", might just read an otherwise helpful post, come to the sarcastic part and then say; "Oh well, **** you you cop out..." Just a thought. Peace Bruh :)-->

Nice to read some nautical stuff. Thanks for the submarine information Galen. Really interesting. Especially the info about the Soviets using titanium hulls without the capability of expansion and contraction. It also seems so "typically Russian". I have been a merchant seaman since I was sixteen, and have spent lots of time in drydocks and aboard merchant ships. Whenever we get ex submarine guys aboard, we would always refer to them as "SubMariners, just to rib them of course. But as is always the case, some are good hands, while others are not... Nice pics fellas, and thanks!

I posted the following on a thread that I started over at politics and tacks. But no one over there commented on it. And so, I thought I would post the same over here in that there is more traffic over thisaway. Oh, and I am not trying to sell anything, I just wanted to know if any one knows anything about it...