Heh, I don't know where else to post this, but it was just too funny to let go.
Yesterday, we had a field day. That's the day the barracks gets cleaned. In the Corps, we don't clean; we shine. If there is literally (no exaggeration) a speck of dust, you fail the inspection. It's a nightmare. You have to cheat, or your liberty gets taken for the whole weekend. Anyways, we got a brief by a civilian manager who runs the barracks. He... says the strangest things I've ever heard. Ever.
"All right marines, listen up. I know I've said this time and time again: Please, no more baby jaguars, in the wall lockers."
300 marines with at least 2 years of training, and not a single one can keep this expression of pure confusion off their faces. I wish I had my cell phone camera ready
