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[at-l] Flaming Sil-Nylon Safer Than Doctors?
--- David Mauldin <email@example.com> wrote:
> Several months ago, my partner Brawny mentioned that we had once used
> our Esbit stoves under our thoroughly water soaked sil-nylon vestibule
> in a driving rainstorm. More flames were generated by this admission
> than came from our little hexamine tablets. Even now, there is one among
> us (a member of the medical profession) who seemingly just can't let it
> go. Just when I thought he had gotten over it, I saw a recent post from
> him referencing a bad day he'd had, and it ended with "...guess I'll
> just go cook under my sil-nylon".
### Dave: not to take anything away from your pissedoffedness, but I read
Herr Bug's comments to be in complete keeping with the tremendous font of
dry humor (and a goodly bit of it being self-effacing) that he's been
throwing out onto the list since Trail Days. Those of us lucky enough to
enjoy his company there -- and especially the Sunday Morning Reconing
breakfast in "the swamp" -- have been held in gut-busting hysterics (no
lie) with the droll little comments and quips with which he's been lacing
his emails. I take "...guess I'll just go cook under my sil-nylon" as akin
to him looking at his over-heated forearm and saying "Well! So much for
*my* safety speech! *Dang*, but that hurts!"
To borrow from those only chronologically younger...
"Dude! You need to *party* with this dude, dude! Sweet!"
Or, to borrow from the Bugly profession...
<nodding sagely, he offers...>
"You have feelings about this."
Best to all,
Spatior, Nitor, Nitor, In Nitor!
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