USS MULLINNIX DD-944

Some went down to the sea in ships, doing business on the great waters; they saw the deeds of the Lord, his wondrous works in the deep. For he commanded and raised the stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea. They mounted up to heaven; they went down to the depths; their courage melted away in their evil plight; they reeled and staggered like drunken men and were at their wits’ end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven. Psalm 107: 23-30

USS Mullinnix, Unknown Location & Date


Typical Rack (NOT a Mux Pic)


Typical Rack & Locker (NOT a Mux Pic)


Typical Head (NOT a Mux Pic)



I Like The Navy
A Reflection by VAdm Harold Koenig, USN (Retired)
The Admiral mentions the Mullinnix is his reflections





             

"I yam what I yam and that's all that I yam..."



AND, MJ Foghat saying,
"Watch this! I saw this in a cartoon once!"



There is no such thing as an ex-sailor!

Old sailors never die, they just get a little dingy!!
Just like Boston Legal's Denny Crain...
Click "Denny Crain Wants to Sign Up!" (mpg)




         
When's the last time you gave a rat's ass about anything? Nope! Barely moved for me either!

Two retired Torpedomen in Charleston were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store, “Torpedoes-R-Us”. As yet, the store wasn't ready, with only a few shelves set up; waiting for the gilley shipment to arrive.

One said to the other, “I bet any minute now some idiot sailor is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling.”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a crusty old retired Navy ET walked to the window, had a peek, and in a thick salty accent asked, “What the #*/@ are you sellin’ in here?”

One of the Torpedomen replied sarcastically, “We're selling assholes.” Without skipping a beat, the old Navy ET said, “You're doin' well then... only two left!”





WTFO?

"Me and Willy were lollygagging by the scuttlebutt after being aloft to boy-butter up the antennas and were just perched on a bollard eyeballing a couple of bilge rats and flangeheads using crescent hammers to pack monkey shit around a fitting on a handybilly.

All of a sudden the dicksmith started hard-assing one of the deck apes for lifting his pogey bait. The pecker-checker was a sewer pipe sailor and the deckape was a gator. Maybe being blackshoes on a bird farm surrounded by a gaggle of cans didn't set right with either of those gobs.

The deck ape ran through the nearest hatch and dogged it tight because he knew the penis machinist was going to lay below, catch him between decks and punch him in the snot locker. He'd probably wind up on the binnacle list but Doc would find a way to gundeck the paper or give it the deep six to keep himself above board.

We heard the skivvywaver announce over the bitch box that the breadburners had creamed foreskins on toast and SOS ready on the mess decks so we cut and run to avoid the clusterfuck when the twidgets and cannon cockers knew chow was on.

We were balls to the wall for the barn and everyone was preparing to hit the beach as soon as we doubled-up and threw the brow over. I had a ditty bag full of fufu juice that I was gonna spread on thick for the bar hogs with those sweet bosnias. Sure beats the hell out of brown bagging. Might even hit the acey-duecy club and try to hook up with a westpac widow. They were always leaving snail trails on the dance floor on amateur night."



















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