Posted on Apr 8, 2019
Commander out at California Air National Guard after boot urination scandal
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I'm telling ya, guys, the world just keeps getting weirder and weirder by the day...case in point, you know? Wow...I sent it into the rooms I'd listed here only because, quite honestly, I just didn't know where else to send this one, not because it was necessarily funny, per se, honest...I hope everyone can understand why I'd just thought you all might wanna see this one...this one truly pegs the weird meter, guys...sometimes, honest, I think we need a room on here for the just plain weirdo stuff, truly....
Commander out at California Air National Guard after boot urination scandal
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Capt Daniel Goodman
Yeah, OK, I could kinda see that as a sort of explanation...doesn't diminish the pure weirdo factor, though, at least to my way of thinking, ya think?
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Capt Daniel Goodman On the farm in Ohio in 1945, ‘we’ wore rubber gum boots, aka ‘Wellingtons’ while doing farm chores.
Due to environmental factors, the boots were removed and left on the back porch before entering the house.
My 7 year old brother was quite a free spirit at the time. The two holer was maybe 30 paces from the back door.
One evening, my feet encountered water in my boots as I started to the pig pen! Little brother had saved 30 steps and used my boots!!
The folks straightened him out - temporarily.
One afternoon, dad was plowing a field of Clover. Little brother and I were walking in the plow’s furrow and stomping on field mice seeking new cover. Suddenly, little brother grabbed the leg of his jeans and ran screaming to the house and his mother. When she came out to determine the cause of the ruckus, she told him to release his grip on the jeans. When he did, a dead mouse dropped out!
Due to environmental factors, the boots were removed and left on the back porch before entering the house.
My 7 year old brother was quite a free spirit at the time. The two holer was maybe 30 paces from the back door.
One evening, my feet encountered water in my boots as I started to the pig pen! Little brother had saved 30 steps and used my boots!!
The folks straightened him out - temporarily.
One afternoon, dad was plowing a field of Clover. Little brother and I were walking in the plow’s furrow and stomping on field mice seeking new cover. Suddenly, little brother grabbed the leg of his jeans and ran screaming to the house and his mother. When she came out to determine the cause of the ruckus, she told him to release his grip on the jeans. When he did, a dead mouse dropped out!
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Huh! I think Greg Jones used to be a pilot in my old unit .....the 146th AW. C 130J's rock!
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