The Harbringer
January 31, 2004
(7:49 am) Quote of The Day: "You watched seven nukes walk onto crew’s mess without wiping their feet? Maybe you should find something better to do with your time." -[MM2] in response to [STS1] saying that the nukes are responsible for dirt on the crew’s mess decks.
(10:17 am) I see an MS (which I refuse to call CS because it would be an insult to every civilian cook in the world, from the greatest chefs that work for royalty to the lowly bar and grill beer batter masters. These morons should not have the word "culinary" in any part of their vocabulary) and ask what we are having for lunch. The reply is that we are having orange chicken. Translation: We are having dried out shit that resembles a chicken breast, covered in snot that contains some orange, and kept at a less than satisfactory temperature.
(12:05 pm) I have finished eating lunch. To recap the horror, I had the chicken described above, dried out oatmeal raisin cookies, and sliced potato slop. When they brought out fresh dinner rolls I was excited until I bit into one and found warm dough. Why did I ever think that over a period of three months they would learn how to cook? Please shoot me.
(7:49 am) Quote of The Day: "You watched seven nukes walk onto crew’s mess without wiping their feet? Maybe you should find something better to do with your time." -[MM2] in response to [STS1] saying that the nukes are responsible for dirt on the crew’s mess decks.
(10:17 am) I see an MS (which I refuse to call CS because it would be an insult to every civilian cook in the world, from the greatest chefs that work for royalty to the lowly bar and grill beer batter masters. These morons should not have the word "culinary" in any part of their vocabulary) and ask what we are having for lunch. The reply is that we are having orange chicken. Translation: We are having dried out shit that resembles a chicken breast, covered in snot that contains some orange, and kept at a less than satisfactory temperature.
(12:05 pm) I have finished eating lunch. To recap the horror, I had the chicken described above, dried out oatmeal raisin cookies, and sliced potato slop. When they brought out fresh dinner rolls I was excited until I bit into one and found warm dough. Why did I ever think that over a period of three months they would learn how to cook? Please shoot me.
posted by Ryan at 5:01 PM
1 Comments:
Once again, sounds like me. If it is writen in green that is not necessarrily the Harbinger. Check it out and let me know.
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