Finally, something I’d go to Canada for!

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So, Michelle, Crystal, myself and the kids all went to dinner tonight as Sake’s Japanese steakhouse near the Green and it was an…interesting dinner.

Interesting in the Murph-ical sense.

We ended up with an Indian cook on our hibachi. Now, when you go to certain restaurants, you have certain expectations. For example, if you go to a Mexican restaurants, you expect Mexican servers; be that expectation right or wrong, it’s what you expect. What I do not expect at a Japanese steakhouse is Habib.

Now, all things withstanding, I’ve no problem with having an Indian hibachi cook. And things wouldn’t have been bad had his idea of cooking not been “here let me just bang my utensils REALLY hard on the cook-top and maybe people will think I’m good!” No, people will think you’re banging really hard on the cook-top and will look with envy upon the other hibachis wondering “Why couldn’t I get that guy? Hey! he just flipped his spatula in the air and caught it behind his back!!! My guy sucks!”

Now, I’ll also admit to some not-so-politically-correct text messages to Michelle. Things along the lines of:

Would you like to buy a sushi slurpee?

He’s a hibachi terrorist!

BONZAI!!!! ALALALALALALALALALA!!!

and the obligatory:

Thank you, come again!

Bad, I know. I can’t help it.

On top of that, Logan managed to grab two plates and drag them off of the table and have them smash on the floor. And the sushi was warm.

All-in-all, it was still a fun night.

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Emailed to me by, of all things, a former marine. Enjoy!

The following is a true story…. told from the point of view of a young Marine.

I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to ‘Cook her something she’s never had before’ for dinner.
After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.

I got out my trusty case of MRE’s. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories. Here’s what I made:

I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la- King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrat ed rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sautéed in shaved garlic and olive oil.

In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.

When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly things from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly things on it, it looks fancy right?)

For dessert, I took four Pound Cakes, mashed ‘em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila - Ranger Pudding.

For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named ‘Military Special’ - it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six) and mixed in four packets of ‘Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored’ (I swear, the packet says that).
It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess… could’ve been leftover sand from Iraq).

I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that shit is EXPENSIVE… my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter.

She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE
spaghetti-with- meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said ‘This looks INCREDIBLE!!!’

We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the make shift ‘wine’ I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.

At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the ‘Chocolate mousse’ I had made. Huh? Chocolate what?

Okay… yeah… its Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup.

Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my rest room. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself ‘uh oh’ and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay.

Let the games begin.

She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smell-good) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.

After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say ‘What the hell is WRONG with me???’ as she again send flatulent shockwaves into the porcelain bowl.
This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener!

Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn’t come out for 30 minutes.

I turned the movie up because I didn’t want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and said ‘I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed; I can’t believe I keep running to your bathroom!!’ I gave her an Imodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.

Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.

After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of ‘Marine Corps Field Rations’ she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said ‘I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?’

After I rogered, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.

She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn’t shit for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.

It was a fun date! She laughed about it eventually and said that that was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch.

I know .. I’m an asshole, but it was still a funny night!

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this would be it.

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I love it when a company has a bit of fun with their products. It’s part of the reason why I love Blizzard’s games so much.

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This isgenerally not the reaction a significant other is looking for when mentioning the presence of a parasite.

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funny air traffic controllers quotes and amusing aviation conversations

There’s a lot of them on the site, but these two have to be my favorites:

A huge C-5 cargo plane was sitting near where a small plane was waiting to take off. The private pilot got a little nervous because the military plane was closer than normal, and asked the tower to find out the intentions of the C-5. Before the tower could reply, a voice came over the radio as the C-5’s nose cargo doors opened, saying, “I’m going to eat you.”

Allegedly, a Pan Am 727 flight waiting for start clearance in Munich overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): “Ground, what is our start clearance time?”
Ground (in English): “If you want an answer you must speak in English.”
Lufthansa (in English): “I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany. Why must I speak English?”
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): “Because you lost the bloody war.”

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Blog of comic panels depicting groin punches

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In the immortal words of Keanu Reeves, woah.

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My kind of flowchart!

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