Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by BFISA, Mar 17, 2008.
Is it sunday yet...
8th of November
The U.S.S. Constitution (Old Ironsides) carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water ...
...for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (fresh water distillers).
However, let it be noted that according to her log, "On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum."
Her mission: "To destroy and harass English shipping."
Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.
Then she headed for the Azores, arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine. On 18 November, she set sail for England.
In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchantmen, salvaging only the rum aboard each.
By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, and though unarmed, she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland. Her landing party captured a whiskey distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn.
Then she headed home.
The U.S.S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, NO rum, NO wine, NO whiskey and 38,600 gallons of stagnant water.
All Repped Out!!
Ahh...Pusser's rum. :yes:
Well, actually Pusser's run sucks. :no:
At the tender age of 14, my very first drunk/hangover the next morning was rum and coke. My mother was most upset with me.
In the ensuing years I drank all mannner of al-KEE-hall, but never again did rum and coke pass my lips.
Mornin' Tobes... :wave:
I'm sooo burned out on the season.... but might be able to muster up some enthusiasm to watch the game.... :yes:
Mornin Toby and to all... :wave:
Go Chargers Go !!!
Go Johnny Go...
Hang in there, Darlin, I think the Chargers' fortunes are about to turn for the better!!
Today I have the distinct honor of joining other members of the Military Order of the Purple Heart visiting a Middle School to talk to students about why I served, and some of my life experiences in the military.
Happy Birthday, USMC!!
A win is a win...
I met a UT forum member who teaches here. He's SA Bolt Fan!! :icon_eek: :yes:
Good on ya! :flag:
HAPPY 233rd BIRTHDAY USMC!!!:flag:
My photo from May 25, 2008 at Petco Park.
Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima is a historic photograph taken on February 23, 1945, by Joe Rosenthal. It depicts five United States Marines and a U.S. Navy corpsman raising the flag of the United States atop Mount Suribachi during the Battle of Iwo Jima in World War II.
You should bring him to Spats for the games.
Tomorrow I could get some good news.... I need a fingers crossed smiley.
Why women are crabby!!
We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John . Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar . Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push' (more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the %$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed in to walking,
jababering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause', the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned 'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off any thing that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby. You think women are the 'weaker sex'?
Yeah right. Bite me.
Send this to seven bright women you know, or to the men who love them, and make their day!!! Or at least make them laugh a little.....
GOOD FRIENDS ARE THE RARE JEWELS OF LIFE...
DIFFICULT TO FIND AND IMPOSSIBLE TO REPLACE!
HAVE A GREAT DAY TODAY
AND A BETTER TOMORROW!
He goes to a bar called Fatsos :icon_eek: :icon_rofl:
Whatever it is, I hope it happens for ya, in a good way!! :yes: :icon_toast:
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