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Military Humor

Tired Marine
By the time a Marine pulled into a little town, every hotel room was taken. "You've got to have a room somewhere," he pleaded. "Or even just a bed, I don't care where." "Well, I do have a double room with one occupant a Navy guy," admitted the manager, "he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I'm not sure it'd be worth it to you." "No problem," the tired Marine assured him. "I'll take it." The next morning the Marine came down to breakfast, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. "How'd you sleep?" asked the manager. "Never better." The manager was impressed. "No problem with the other guy snoring, then?" "Nope, I shut him up in no time" said the Marine. "How'd you manage that?" asked the manager. "He was already in bed, snoring away, when I came in the room," the Marine explained. "I went over, gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, beautiful... He sat up all night watching me."

The Meaning of Service
At one time in my life, I thought I had a handle on the meaning of the word "service." The act of doing things for other people.
Then I heard the terms:
Military Service
Internal Revenue Service
Postal Service
Civil Service
Service Stations
Customer Service
City/County Public Service
And I became confused about the word "service." This is not what I thought "service" meant.
Then one day, I overheard two farmers talking and one of them mentioned that he was having a bull over to "service" a few of his cows.
SHAZAM!! It all came into perspective. Now I understand what all those "service" agencies are doing to us.

Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush!
Saddam Hussein and George W. Bush meet up in Baghdad for the first round of talks in a new peace process.
When George sits down, he notices three buttons on the side of Saddam's chair. They begin talking. After about five minutes Saddam presses the first button. A boxing glove springs out of a box on the desk and punches Bush in the face. Annoyed, Bush carries on talking as Saddam laughs.
A few minutes later the second button is pressed. This time a big boot comes out and kicks Bush in the shin. Again Saddam laughs, and again George carries on talking, not wanting to put off the bigger issue of peace between the two countries.
But when the third button is pressed and another boot comes out and kicks Bush square in his nut's, he's finally had enough.
I'm headin' back to Washington!" he calmly tells the Iraqi. "We'll finish these talks in two weeks in Washington!"
A fortnight passes and Saddam flies to the United States for talks. As the two men sit down, Hussein notices three buttons on Bush's chair and prepares himself for the Yank's retaliation.
They begin talking and George presses the first button. Saddam ducks, but nothing happens.
George snickers.
A few seconds later he presses the second button. Saddam jumps up, but again nothing happens.
Bush roars with laughter.
When the third button is pressed, Saddam jumps up again, but again nothing happens.
Bush falls on the floor in a fit of hysterics.
"Forget this," says Saddam. "I'm going back to Baghdad!"
George W. says through tears of laughter, "What Baghdad?"


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