ZomBrady
Chubby Chaser Extraordinaire
- Location
- Albuquerque
So I turned one of my close college friends on to the Marine Officer Corps and he shipped out for OCS last summer.
Being a former Jarhead, I wasn't content to just allow him to suffer the normal tortureous boot camp experience without livening it up a bit for him.
We had kept intouch every couple of weeks or so, but around his 8 or 9th week I decided it was time to truly make the boy stand out in his company.
I had my usual letter and my wife had written him too, when it struck me the it was a very, very good idea to have my wife address the envelope in the girliest handwriting possible, professing undying love for him and wishing him a happy birthday. . . .in hot pink ink and dousing the envelope with perfume too.. . with my name on the return address.
About a week later I recieved a phone call from one very flustered officer candidate on a sunday afternoon. Nick relayed the events that transpired during mailcail.
As it turned out his DI's weren't aware that he had a birthday that week or that was a flaming homosexual. This upset them very much. They also seemed rather upset that he had kept this information form them.
He said he was made to stand at the POA while the DI's from his Company's other plts filed into inspect this bit of mail. There was much speculation as to his particular sexual orientation among the DIs too, since it was my name on the return address.
Finally, the Company 1st Sgt entered and inspected the envelope and upon further scrutiny, informed the gathered DIs that the individual, me, who had sent the letter, was infact a former Marine. . . .
Nick, my friend, said that for the following 6 weeks he had DIs from entirely different battalions coming up to him and asking him if he was the Candidate Barbie(his new nick name to the DIs), who had recieved the now infamous letter, and then walked off laughing . . ..
I think its a good one.
It really makes me regret that I let my wife talk me out of send him the inflateable sheep that I had picked out for him.
Got any?
Being a former Jarhead, I wasn't content to just allow him to suffer the normal tortureous boot camp experience without livening it up a bit for him.
We had kept intouch every couple of weeks or so, but around his 8 or 9th week I decided it was time to truly make the boy stand out in his company.
I had my usual letter and my wife had written him too, when it struck me the it was a very, very good idea to have my wife address the envelope in the girliest handwriting possible, professing undying love for him and wishing him a happy birthday. . . .in hot pink ink and dousing the envelope with perfume too.. . with my name on the return address.
About a week later I recieved a phone call from one very flustered officer candidate on a sunday afternoon. Nick relayed the events that transpired during mailcail.
As it turned out his DI's weren't aware that he had a birthday that week or that was a flaming homosexual. This upset them very much. They also seemed rather upset that he had kept this information form them.
He said he was made to stand at the POA while the DI's from his Company's other plts filed into inspect this bit of mail. There was much speculation as to his particular sexual orientation among the DIs too, since it was my name on the return address.
Finally, the Company 1st Sgt entered and inspected the envelope and upon further scrutiny, informed the gathered DIs that the individual, me, who had sent the letter, was infact a former Marine. . . .
Nick, my friend, said that for the following 6 weeks he had DIs from entirely different battalions coming up to him and asking him if he was the Candidate Barbie(his new nick name to the DIs), who had recieved the now infamous letter, and then walked off laughing . . ..
I think its a good one.
It really makes me regret that I let my wife talk me out of send him the inflateable sheep that I had picked out for him.
Got any?
