A San Diego Zoo Monkey

In yesterday’s post on Brooklyn, Coffeypot has a funny comment on his time in the Navy:

Hey hey up she rises
Earl aye in the morning.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor, etc.
Though I never had my belly shaved, I did have to strip to my skivvies on a few occasions.
I had to strip because I had gorilla shit thrown on me from the San Diego Zoo.
I fell overboard of the liberty boat into Hong Kong Harbor trying to drunkenly board my ship.
And I fell into a bingo-ditch (I guess that’s how you spell it) in Yokosuka trying to drunkenly get into a cab.
What do you do with a drunken sailor…well, from past experience I would say you strip him down and chew his ass from hell to high water and put him mess cooking for a month and make jokes of him for the rest of his Navy tour. But it was worth it.
And I never saw a cesspool of debauchery in San Diego or Long Beach or any other Navy port across the world. Just some great bars and overly lit tattoo parlors. The author was just anti Navy.

Love the San Diego Zoo part. . .

5 thoughts on “A San Diego Zoo Monkey”

  1. Yeah! There was this huge gorilla in an outside cage that would throw his ‘stuff’ at anyone who aggravated him. My ‘palls’, the assholes, worked us up to the railing and then backed off leaving me standing there alone and started yelling at him. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM. Ya just don’t know how hard it is to clean gorilla shit off a white uniform…and the bus ride back to the base was embarrassing and the fricking Marine at the gate…he had to get an Ensign to okay me coming on base. Luckly for me, the Ensign had seen this before. All he said was, “Zoo?”

  2. Coffeypot

    Is that the same gorilla that visits my bedroom when I’ve had a gallon of amber nectar?

    Yours Aye.

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