Monday, 11 January 2010

Is It Yours?

(WARNING: DO NOT read this while eating or about to eat something... don't say i neh say ha)

This morning I found a rabbit faecal pellet on the floor of our bedroom...

me: dear, come and see... *point to the small black sphere on the floor*
chris: oh... hehe... naughty children...
me: whose is it?

it reminded Chris of an account by his colleague A.

A. was having army training in some ulu jungle and as you guys know, the combat medics will drill a long cylindrical cavity in the ground and they're supposed to do their business, big or small, in there. But one joker decided to be special and do it somewhere else... well, unfortunately, the big shot was walking around and accidentally stepped on the deposits so he complained to the PC...

PC rounded up everyone and toot toot toot at them then asked "Whose is it?" no one took responsibility... all acted blur... so PC asked platoon IC to scoop up the evidence with his bare hands...

PC: everyone stretch out your @#$%*&^ hands! pass the @#$%*&^ sh*t around, @#$%*&^ smell it and tell me "Is it yours?"

soldier 1: *sniff lump in palm* NO SIR! IT'S NOT MINE! *pass lump to soldier 2*

and so on...

=PPPPPPPPPPPP so gross la...

according to A., the originally big lump after passing through so many hands became a tiny lump =PP *choke*

at the end of the whole episode, the culprit was still at large so the PC threw a bucket of water onto the ground and asked them to wash their hands...


so chris picked up the black pellet and shouted...

chris: west and claire, stretch out your paws!

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