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Ele era velho.
Ele era corajoso.
Ele era feio.

and it is still funny!

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you forget how long ago you posted stuff.

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Ele era velho.
Ele era corajoso.
Ele era feio.

as you get older you repeat yourself.

as you get older you repeat yourself.

One of the few joys of my 2 years, 2 months and 11 days term of hard-labour on a knox-class tin can in uncle ronnie's yacht club was thursday night's arkansan farm raised fried rabbit. We were discussing this and thanking and congratulating senior chief cuenta (filipino) on that menu choice.

The fact(s)that he, senior chief cuenta also owned and operated several "chinese" feeding troughs in the mayport-jax.-orange park area was mentioned and the senior chief was asked what was the best dish on his buffet(s) hot tables. He quickly replied "flied labbit"!

Having to had to pass those 60 lb. bags of frozen fried rabbit (farm-raised in arkansas) fire-brigade style, on both helicopter vert-reps and ship to ship un-reps we suspected that uncle actually supplied senior chief cuenta's restaurants with his "flied labbits". So he was asked just where he got his rabbits from. To which he replied, "I empty garbage in alley and carry cweaver and labbit say 'meow' and I go chop-chop !"

at damage controlman "A" school on treasure island in san francisco bay. I would watch filipinos serving their shore duty there on sundays catching crabs in traps baited with whole chickens. The crab catch was pitifully small so I asked the economic trade-off of wasting a perfectly good roasting chicken by soaking it all day in the polluted waters of the bay. To which I was told that the chicken would not be wasted by any means. It would be boiled in the same pot as the crabs, deboned and then stir-fried in a wok and served alongside those same crabs.

The next day at the base galley I recognized some of those same crab fishermen serving in the galley kitchen. I had no stomach for chicken salad for months to come.