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James 'Whitey' Bulger 1953 mugshot
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Australian Sailor shinning the Tampion on a naval gun.
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Sailors putting their hammocks at the start of the day. In the early 1900s new ships began replacing hammock with racks. Hammocks were still in use on some ship even after World War II.
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July 1st, 1914 the United States Navy banned alcohol on ships. This is not the case for other Navies. When I was onboard a carrier the started a policy of a “Beer Day” when the ship was at sea for more than 45 days. You would get two beers.![BB851EEE-EEE5-45DF-B750-A8ED881226A8.jpeg]( "BB851EEE-EEE5-45DF-B750-A8ED881226A8.jpeg")
Sailors putting their hammocks at the start of the day. In the early 1900s new ships began replacing hammock with racks. Hammocks were still in use on some ship even after World War II.
July 1st, 1914 the United States Navy banned alcohol on ships. This is not the case for other Navies. When I was onboard a carrier the started a policy of a “Beer Day” when the ship was at sea for more than 45 days. You would get two beers.
Little more excitement. It seems these three sailors lost their trousers while on liberty.
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I would like to be the fourth with these three.
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or the fourth with these three sailors.
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I would like to be the fourth with these three.
or the fourth with these three sailors.
Nice swimsuits.
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I would like to think this military camp is on a beach. I cannot decide who‘s tent I would like to go back too.
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I have never had my arm in a cast but one time after an injury of my hand and wrist it was wrapped up in a less ridged dressing. Just for the shock value when my friends asked what happened I told them it was a fisting accident.
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I have never had my arm in a cast but one time after an injury of my hand and wrist it was wrapped up in a less ridged dressing. Just for the shock value when my friends asked what happened I told them it was a fisting accident.
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My choice would be the Bare Foot Guy. I'd join him in his Tent any day. Pardon me I'm sure.
Would you be willing to tell us about your Crossing The Line experience? The whole thing seems insanely homoerotic. I would love to hear the details if you are open to sharing your story. Thanks for the hot picture!
I went through on an aircraft carrier and most of it is actually disgusting. It is a series of stations for each initiation. First being the crawling on your hands and knees through a line with guys on both sides using a cut piece of fire hose to smack your ass. Then I crawled through a what they called the puke chute, which is a collapsible tube with garbage in it. Some guys crawling trough would puke from the smell, thus the name. Next it was the “Royal Dentist” who would squirt a liquid in your mouth that was extremely spicy. Then on to the “Royal Baby” which was a fat guy in just a big cloth diaper sitting on a chair. You would kneel in front of him and push your face into his fat belly and try to extract a cherry from his belly button. While you do this he would rub a huge amount of crisco over you head. Once you left him you would go for judgement in front of “Neptunis Rex” for judgement. He would sentence you to the stocks or the coffin. If you went to the “stocks”, you would put your head and hand though and be secured in place. The wog who just got out would use a pie pan to scoop food garage out of a barrel and rub it in your face. The “coffin“ was a huge wooden box that was filled halfway with water and garbage. You and two other wog would have to get in side and roll around with each other in the water and garbage. After making it through that you would head to the “tank” usually a large half round metal tank full of water. You would get in and swim to the other end. The “Shellback“ would ask you what you are. If you said a “wog”, you would have to go back through the whole process. If you said you were a Shellback you were done and went to the shower area. The showers were a make shift setup on the angle section of the flight deck using fire hoses and stands. It was a salt water shower that was meant to get all the garbage off of you. Before getting into the shower area you stripped naked and threw your ruined uniform over the side into the ocean then headed into the shower are. It was an all male ship so this was allowed. Not much homoerotism involved with the exception of showering naked with hundreds of Sailors at the end of the initiation. My time frame was 1980. In World War II time frame things were different. Also on smaller ships things were different as well.
The night before we crossed the equator the ship had an event called “The Wog Queen” contest. They would have a representative from each department enter the contest. The sailor would dress up in drag the best he could and walk the stage. Ours was held in the hangar deck. Most of the “Wog Queen” candidates drag looked pretty crude. We had one sailor who secretly did drag during off hours. He looked actually pretty good and of course won. The next day the Wog Queen sits on the dais with Neptune, and Dave’s Jones in judgement of the wogs.
Sweet. Fucking. Jesus. So damn hot
