The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Showing posts with label hats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hats. Show all posts

Monday, April 1, 2013

Our spring line-up

From one of the more enthusiastic military junk dealers whose catalogs I get.


Here's a deal you can't pass up! Not one, not two, but four ludicrous Italian Crusher hats. You'll be crushed, no doubt, when you wear these beauties into combat and your enemies die laughing. Luigi, que pazza?! How many times I'm-a-tella you? The pockets, they go on the pants, on the pants, not the hats.

Clearly, somebody took Mussolini's hearkening back to the glory days of Rome a bit too seriously. "Never issued:" I bet they weren't.

And finally, evidence that the French military is following our lead in doing away with don't-ask-don't-tell, they're dumping their field closets. Just the thing for camping it up at the old campground.
That's all for now!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Another from the Cabela's Collection

Hats not to be worn to the bank.

You wear your stillsuit adjusted Fremen-fashion. It seemed the way.

Yes, now you can confuse helpless game animals and TSA personnel with your own Duke Leto Atreides camo headover. Perfect for those cold mornings hunting sand worms or just practicing your lines: "The water of my life for Paul."

Stern expression not included. Will not stop the slow blade. I was not here, I did not say this.