RadioBanter - FA: Last Day! - Yaesu VX-7R Handheld & Accessories

(Brian Kelly) wrote in message . com...
(William) wrote in message . com...
(Brian Kelly) wrote in message . com...

Everyone played their role except you. Even the box kickers outranked
you. Best you can do is sing "Rubber Band Man" and "In The Navy" on
Karoake Night.

Hoot, whine on, keep reaching for that last straw, you just ain't
making it yet Putzlet. At all.

Of course I didn't outrank anybody. I just told the Chief what I
needed and poof, job done without me having to deal with your types.

"Told the Chief???" Hi, hi! I'll just bet you "Told the Chief!!!"

Hi, hi, hi! You're so full of it.

Hey, no sweat piece of cake Brainiac. If, say, I needed a trough
access plate or maybe a cat track cover pulled I'd explain what I
needed to the responsible CPO or to the V5 division maint officer and
it got done. I've seen the same drill at the Wright Pat engine labs by
their civilian engineers / USAF saregants and officers. That's what we
all get paid for Brainiac, it's SOP everywhere.

Never worked the Procurement/Loggy side of the house. I was always in
Operations where we cussed the contractors, not "obey" their orders.
Hi, hi!

But what would you know about any of it, it takes some brains to be
allowed anywhere near these sorts of military activities.

Yep, I watched on tv the other night as a sailor got sucked through
the intake of an A-6 and lived. I hope they kept you away from the
A-6's.

Which is why
they kept you out on the shipping dock where the worst damage you
could do was send a box in the wrong direction here and there. The
USAF version of a UPS depot package sorter.

I tagged my own pallets. Kept track of them as best I could without
"in-flight visibility." That was merely a vision.

I thought you were in with the Skipper so you wouldn't have to deal
with Chief types? Idiot.

No Putzlet, I did not state that I had "an in" with the skipper, not
even close, that's another inane fabrication on your part. What I said
was that I was required to introduce myself to the skipper and his XO
when I reported aboard period.

Ahem, everbody is.

Try harder to get at least something
right once in awhile.

I got you pegged.

Why does your story change with each new telling of it?

It ain't changed in thirty five years Putzlet 'cause that's the way it
was, deal with it.

No deal. You're not my problem.

The Putzlet woulda folded if he ever had to work that hard that long.
'Course he wouldn't have to worry about it because he couldn't build a
tank if his life depended on it. Hell, he still can't even figger out
how to string a simple wire antenna up in his own back yard and tune
it.

One thing your neighbor and your father never did was lie about having
"real military experience."

You did!

Heh. Still grasping I see.

So your father and your neighbor lied about military experience that
they didn't have? The apple sure don't fall far from the tree. Hi,
hi!

Anyway, no grasping required. You got into an argument with one of
your CB buddies and immediately layed your "military experience" ot
for comparison.

Hint: You can't compare what you don't have.

It's all in google - if you dare dig it out.

Given your dismal performance in ham radio
it's obvious that the only way you figger you can jack yerself out of
the bottom-feeder category around here is with your goofy semantics
games on irrelevant topics. Hang in there Catfish, maybe someday . . .

I do OK in ham radio.

Like the time you tried to get me to put up an antenna at your house?
Or are you so senile that you thought I lived there?

Yer fulla **** as usual, show me the post.

$hit yourself. You know how to google, don't you?

Thought so. No antenna yet eh?

Big tuff Kelly certainly knows how to use a search engine, doesn't he?