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Doktor Avalanche wrote:Yes, I've seen the 213 things list and yes, it's no joke, Furby really isn't allowed in classified spaces. That really is a DOD regulation.
When I was working in a SCIF (that's Sensitive Compartmentalized Information Facility), they announced the Furby rule at one of our weekly "meet and greet" (I mean, formal introduction) meetings.
They relaxed the rule on cell phones; you could have it with you if turned off and the battery was removed.
David, Dr. A's announcement was not an invitation to express your theories on the war(s) or China. I shifted all the posts along those lines to http://quatloos.com/Q-Forum/viewtopic.php?f=37&t=5444. You can continue the conversation there.
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webhick wrote:Dr. A, do you think that you're going to come to love the feeling of hot sand rubbing up against your nether-region? If you do, I think my organization can arrange for that to happen frequently upon your safe return. If not, I'll send you over a woman made from old pool plaster so you can start learning to enjoy it.
Oh, I'll also be sending over daily deliveries of marital aides. Feel free to re-gift them to the guys you're serving with. It will make you very popular.
Also, since you're on loan to the army, you should review the 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the U.S. Army. And while you're down there, ask all the army guys if they know where to find Skippy. I think he'd make a great new bobble-head for my desk.
Webhick, I think I'm going to miss you most of all when I'm in country.
That's why I'm giving you marital aides every day. The best way to remember your friends at Q is to open up your mail and have a battery operated boyfriend staring you right in the eye, so to speak. I mean, who else would care for you enough to make you the most popular girl in the army?
Skippy is out of the Army now and has been for quite some time. While he was in he served with the 1st, 6th and 9th PSYOP Battalion. I believe he served in Bosnia.
That's not the point. You have to look for him anyway. You need to go down in history as the guy who starts every conversation with "If you need batteries for that, let me know," "Have you seen Skippy? If I don't find Skippy, they're going to give me a fourth nipple," or "Hey, have you seen my third nipple? I think I may left it near the Sloppy Joe mix...." They might just send you back early.
When chosen for jury duty, tell the judge "fortune cookie says guilty" - A fortune cookie
webhick wrote:That's not the point. You have to look for him anyway. You need to go down in history as the guy who starts every conversation with "If you need batteries for that, let me know," "Have you seen Skippy? If I don't find Skippy, they're going to give me a fourth nipple," or "Hey, have you seen my third nipple? I think I may left it near the Sloppy Joe mix...." They might just send you back early.
The laissez-faire argument relies on the same tacit appeal to perfection as does communism. - George Soros
Too bad you're not paying for your share of that service, Harvmeister, it gives an odd ring to your statement of thanks. People like you are the "welfare queens" of the new millennium - taking a free ride at my expense.
Doktor Avalanche wrote:T minus five days and counting...
Thank you, everyone.
You know, there's still time to run naked through the streets with a rabid raccoon on your head. I don't believe the military would be too keen on keeping you when you've got "unexplained" claw marks on your stomach and thighs.
When chosen for jury duty, tell the judge "fortune cookie says guilty" - A fortune cookie
webhick wrote:You know, there's still time to run naked through the streets with a rabid raccoon on your head. I don't believe the military would be too keen on keeping you when you've got "unexplained" claw marks on your stomach and thighs.