Originally posted by He Who Shall Not Be Named
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I then explained how my dad went through his hazing on his first submarine. All the new men sat around the dining table/bench, intently waiting, and two seniors entered the cramped room.
"We're going to play 'Freckles'! Anyone ever played Freckles?" No one had, so the scene was set.
One senior man jumped onto the table, dropped his pants, and deposited a large pile of do-da right in the middle of the table. There were many astonished faces, staring at this warm, steamy pile! The seniors were contented with the effort, and so the other senior said, "Right men! Look closely! They all moved closer, and then suddenly, the senior's large hard flew down and whacked the pile, splattering 'freckles' everywhere.
"There! That's how you play Freckles! Now clean this bloody mess up."
After that, there were a lot less squeamish men on board that submarine.
Sprouts or Freckles? Depends which navy you were in! (Expecting a barrage of freckles coming my way!)
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