Fightin terrorism 1 beer at a time
Life in the Navy has its down sides (having to listen to assholes who got picked on in high school and are now using their newly found position of authority to fuck your day up) but it also has its upsides like when my command decided to have a "Golf outing" now I don't golf but I do get drunk. I was unaware it was suppose to be a "serious" thing so I dressed like a dick (not literally, but that would have been funny) while everyone else looked mighty dapper in their special shoes and khaki shorts and oh so awesome nike ball caps I showed up with a fake shitty mustache in an awful flowered shirt and white old people ortho shoes that I found at the thrift store. Needless to say, not everybody was happy, but my XO (executive officer/ 2nd in charge) thought it was hilarious which gave me the free pass to act like a drunk asshole and ruin everyone's day because he said it was funny, after an ungodly amount of beer I was shitfaced and in control (kind of) of a golf cart that handled pretty well off of a 4ft drop into a sand pit that was half filled with water. Between getting chased around by the management for bein an outlaw (haha) and blowin cig smoke in old rich ladies faces at the bar I wasn't suppose to be smoking in, I'd say my job in the Navy is bullshit, and I've never been anywhere short of the neighborhood bar, but its been a good ride haha!