An Army Funnian

Fifty-one years ago, Cecil Faulkermilk, a North Carolina mountain man,
was drafted by the Army.
On his first day in basic training, the Army issued him a comb.
That afternoon the Army barber sheared off all his hair.
On his second day, the Army issued young Cecil a toothbrush.
That afternoon the Army dentist yanked seven of his teeth.
On the durn third day, the Army issued him a jock strap.
The Army has been looking for Old Cecil for 51 years.

 

I don't blame the poor man...by that behaviour I'd have too askeered
to hang 'round them lunatics.

Now days they let you volunteer for a vasectomy...granted the wife had
been sharpening a all the knives to a truely frighteningly sharp edge
and going to the ranges on post and practicing with our rifles and MY
shotgun. SO, what is a man to do? What to do? I went to the vet and
got tutored.