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I drove past my old Royal Marines Recruitment office today. Its a ferkin cane furniture shop now. I still smile when I pass it though because I'll never forget when I walked in there for the first time and some big fat sailor asked me what I wanted.
"I want to join the Royal Marines." I said nervously.
"You want to what." The hefty matelot replied.
"I want to join the Royal Marines." I gulped, looking him directly in the eyes.
"Can you do 30 press ups?" he asked.
I said yes and did them, before saying "your turn mate."
His belly was hanging a long way over the his trousers and he just gave me a smug look.
I can still remember his face, the fat bassard. I bet he could'nt even muster a good fart let alone do a few pressups!!!
;D
So is your careers office still standing?
Cheers
Steve
"I want to join the Royal Marines." I said nervously.
"You want to what." The hefty matelot replied.
"I want to join the Royal Marines." I gulped, looking him directly in the eyes.
"Can you do 30 press ups?" he asked.
I said yes and did them, before saying "your turn mate."
His belly was hanging a long way over the his trousers and he just gave me a smug look.
I can still remember his face, the fat bassard. I bet he could'nt even muster a good fart let alone do a few pressups!!!
;DSo is your careers office still standing?
Cheers
Steve
