Getting my QUIT on!

[Krusty]

20 days!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtKydtoLucc

[rtpope]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

That's some funny stuff right there! 'crackup'

Hey Slug.go.. you ever get any bad maps??? I used to work for DMA

I didn't but during the first part of Desert Storm some assets were using the wrong WGS for a while and were slinging bombs all over the place!

Great story slug.go! You are winning!

Please give us more fighter pilot stories.

I laughed my ass off thinking about a fighter pilot having to spit...

[B-loMatt]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

That's some funny stuff right there! 'crackup'

Hey Slug.go.. you ever get any bad maps??? I used to work for DMA

I didn't but during the first part of Desert Storm some assets were using the wrong WGS for a while and were slinging bombs all over the place!

Great story slug.go! You are winning!

[slug.go]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

That's some funny stuff right there! 'crackup'

Hey Slug.go.. you ever get any bad maps??? I used to work for DMA

I didn't but during the first part of Desert Storm some assets were using the wrong WGS for a while and were slinging bombs all over the place!

[Emulator]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

That's some funny stuff right there! 'crackup'

Hey Slug.go.. you ever get any bad maps??? I used to work for DMA

[slug.go]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

That's some funny stuff right there! 'crackup'

[rdad]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

Fucking hilarious! Have you ever thought about the people that had to clean up after our dumb asses. God its nice to be clean! What a bunch of dipshits we all were. Pathetic, but kinda funny if you've been there and done that. Sorry Sluggo for raping your thread but most of us don't know how to fly jets. Just how to get caught being stupid. :rolleyes:

[Grizzlyhasclaws]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

Sluggo is flying fighter jets and shit. Bad fuckin ass. More please.

My best story is spitting down in the metal grates inside the glass doors of the freezers in the frozen food aisle of the grocery store and getting spotted by a neighbor who then proceeded to keep talking to me while I had a fat honker of fresh dog shit in and juice running down my chin. She was appalled.

[rdad]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Ya Sluggo! More stories. I'm all about vicarious adventures!

[apogeeammo]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

Yeah Rdad, good call on the "never mind"! My closest story to flying a jet over Irag was the time the full spit cup slid off the 77 Chevy Truck dash and spilled down the naked girl's leg!

Left with this 'jerk'

Slug.go - thanks for your service! Quit with you!

AA

[Minny]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy.  One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq.  New guy is scheduled to be my wing man.  He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft.  Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country.  Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying.  Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip.  This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot. 
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain.  Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight.  Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds.  Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit.  Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half.  As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1.  All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear.  I've done this several times and just ignore it.  Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather.  I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows.  Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit.  Surely not.  Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach.  I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl.  Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing.  Oh, sweet mercy!  Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine.  Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat.  Stomach's recovering, a little.  Stopped sweating, might just live after all.  So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next?  You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'.  Some people never learn. 
  'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

Great story sluggo, hilarious follow up rdad. More fighter jet stories, please. 'crackup'

[Krazystu]

Great story man...it's an honor to be quitting along side you today...my cubicle might be shaking from yanking, but I don't have any nic in here...quit on May bro.

[rdad]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy. One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq. New guy is scheduled to be my wing man. He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft. Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country. Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying. Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip. This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot.
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain. Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight. Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds. Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit. Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half. As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1. All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear. I've done this several times and just ignore it. Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather. I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows. Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit. Surely not. Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach. I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl. Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing. Oh, sweet mercy! Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine. Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat. Stomach's recovering, a little. Stopped sweating, might just live after all. So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next? You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'. Some people never learn.
'bang head'

I can relate! ....One time during high school tennis practice......(never mind)
You is a badass sluggo. and an even more badass in my book for being a quitter. I bet you could have flown that mission better not worrying if you were gonna hurl!

[slug.go]

Stupid dipping stories.
I was a pilot in the Navy. One 6 month deployment to the Persian Gulf had a night 2 plane mission over Iraq. New guy is scheduled to be my wing man. He asks if he can have the lead, I say sure but you have to do all the planning (which is good for Sluggo).
So, he briefs, we walk to the roof and strap on our aircraft. Night, shitty weather, bad visibility going into Injun Country. Start engines, taxi to catapult...Boom, we're flying. Get to 1,000' and put on night vision goggles and insert fat dip, really fat dip. This was when my chew was Skoal Wintergreen which made me spit...a lot.
OK, gotta find my flight lead, go to rendezvous point, solid rain. Fuck, my only job as wing is to find lead and NEVER lose sight. Get radar vectors from ship...Tally ho!
Join on his left wing, cross under to his right side and we instantly enter solid clouds. Now the weather is so shitty that I have to fly very tight Blue Angel-ish formation, no big deal but I can't take my hands off the throttles or stick and I gotta spit. Force a slight swallow, fight the gag, gonna be a long hour and a half. As we enter the airspace, an area we call Microwave Alley is point 1. All the random transmitters and radars there always light up our missile warning gear. I've done this several times and just ignore it. Not our brave lead, he goes bat shit on the controls and I can't lose him or I'll never find him due to the weather. I look like a monkey trying to fuck a greased football trying to maintain position, sweating my ass off and managing these micro-swallows. Surely the weather will get better and I can back off just 5 feet and sneak a real generous spit. Surely not. Dipshit me hangs on to new guy's ever nervous wing as he yanks and banks all over Southern Iraq for an hour, all the while managing an unending series of micro swallows and upset stomach. I'm sweating, pissed off and about to fucking hurl. Finally we head back to Das Boat and we spilt up to prepare for landing. Oh, sweet mercy! Pull out spitter and unload an hour long sponge of nicotine. Drink some water, I have 10 minute until I start down the pipe to the boat. Stomach's recovering, a little. Stopped sweating, might just live after all. So what dumb ol' Sluggo do next? You got it, I put in my 'landing dip'. Some people never learn.
'bang head'

[rdad]

CVS pharmacies just announced that beginning 10/14 they will no longer sell tobacco products!  They're cutting $2 Billion in revenue by doing this...HUGE!!!
CEO said they can't live up to being a pharmacy by selling tobacco...WOW!

Time to start supporting CVS! Good for them. ANother big Fuck You to US tobacco! I see an awakening on the horizon.