Apropos of nothing more than acute boredom I thought I'd share this tale of service life.
I was partaking in the time honoured tradition of NAAFI break one sunny morning in the Fatherland with some mates when in lumbered Frenchy.
"Alright Frenchy?" I inquired,
"Yeah, not bad, not bad" he responded in his broad Norfolk accent.
"You and Tina going to the Mess Do Friday?"
"I doon't think so, she in't talking to me agin".
"Why's that mate, had another barney?"
"No, I reckon it's cause we woz shaggin' larst night and I stuffed me finger up her hoop"
"Jesus Frenchy no wonder she in't talking to you"
"Nooo, she din't object to that. It was when I wafted my finger under her snout at half five this morning and the stench wook her up thas woss pissed her orf!"
Needless to say it was a coffee nasal enema moment.
The more astute amongst you may well have deduced that the Mess in question was not the Officer's.
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