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  • The Marine Dinner Date.....

    Figured some of you motivated military types would enjoy this......


    The Marine Dinner Date
    I had a date the other night at my place. On the phone the day before, the girl asked me to “Cook her something she’s never had before” for dinner. After many minutes of scratching my head over what to make, I finally settled on something she has DEFINITELY never eaten.
    I got out my trusty case of MRE’s. Meal, Ready-to-Eat. Field rations that when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories.

    Here’s what I made:
    I took three of the Ham Slices out of their plastic packets, took out three of the Pork Chops, three packets of Chicken-a-la-King, and eight packets of dehydrated butter noodles and some dehydrated/rehydrated rice. I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sautéed in shaved garlic and olive oil.
    In another pot, I blended the Chicken a-la-king, noodles, and rice together to make a sort of mush that looked suspiciously like succotash. I added some spices, and blended everything together in a glass pan that I then cooked in the oven for about 35 minutes at 450 degrees.

    When I took it out, it looked like, well, ham slices, pork chops, and a bed of yellow poop. I covered the tops of the meat in the MRE cheese (kinda like Velveeta) and added some green sprinkly thingys from one of my spice cans (hey, if it’s got green sprinkly thingys on it, it looks fancy right?)
    For dessert, I took four MRE Pound Cakes, mashed ‘em up, added five packets of cocoa powder, powdered coffee cream, and some water. I heated it up and stirred it until it looked like a sort of chunky gelatinous organism, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it. Voila — Ranger Pudding.
    For alcoholic drinks, I took the rest of my bottle of Military Special Vodka (yes, they DO make a type of liquor named “Military Special”—it sells for $4.35 per fifth at the Class Six ) and mixed in four packets of “Electrolytes - 1 each - Cherry flavored” (I swear, the packet says that). It looked like an eerie kool-aid with sparkles in it (that was the electrolytes I guess… could’ve been leftover sand from Egypt).
    I lit two candles, put a vase of wildflowers in the middle, and set the table with my best set of Ralph Lauren Academy-series China (that **** is EXPENSIVE… my set of 8 place settings cost me over $600 on sale at the Lejeune PX ), and put the alcoholic drink in a crystal wine decanter.

    She came over, and I had some appetizers already made, of MRE spaghetti-with-meatballs, set in small cups. She saw the dinner, saw the food, and said “This looks INCREDIBLE!!!”
    We dug in, and she was loving the food. Throughout the meal, she kept asking me how long it took me to make it, and kept remarking that I obviously knew a thing or two about cooking fine meals. She kind of balked at the makeshift “wine” I had set out, but after she tried it I guess she liked it because she drank four glasses during dinner.

    At the end of the main course, when I served the dessert, she squealed with delight at the “Chocolate mousse” I had made. Huh? Chocolate what? Okay… yeah… it’s Chocolate Moose. Took me HOURS to make… yup.

    Later on, as we were watching a movie, she excused herself to use my restroom. While she was in there, I heard her say softly to herself “uh oh” and a resounding but petite fart punctuated her utterance of dismay.
    Let the games begin.

    She sprayed about half a can of air freshener (Air Freshener, 1 each, Orange scent. Yup. The military even makes smellgood) and returned to the couch, this time with an obvious pained look.
    After 10 more minutes she excused herself again, and retreated to the bathroom for the second time, I could hear her say “What the hell is WRONG with me???” as she again send flatulent shock waves into the porcelain bowl. This time, they sounded kinda wet, and I heard the toilet paper roll being employed, and again, LOTS more air freshener.

    Back to the couch. She smiles meekly as she decides to sit on the chair instead of next to me. She sits on my chair, knees pulled up to her chest, kind of rocking back and forth slightly. Suddenly, without a word, she ROCKETED up and FLEW to the bathroom, slammed the door, and didn’t come out for 30 minutes.
    I turned the movie up because I didn’t want her to hear me laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

    She came out with a slightly gray pallor to her face, and said “I am SOOOOOO sorry. I have NO idea what is wrong with me. I am so embarrassed, I can’t believe I keep running to your bathroom!!” I gave her an Immodium AD, and she finally settled down and relaxed.
    Later on, she asked me again what I had made for dinner, because she had enjoyed it so much. I calmly took her into the kitchen and showed her all the used MRE bags and packets in the trash can.

    After explaining to her that she had eaten roughly 9,000 calories of “Marine Corps Field Rations” she turned stark white, looked at me incredulously, and said “I ate 9,000 calories of dehydrated food that was made 3 years ago?” After I concurred, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a word.

    She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn’t **** for 5 days, and when she finally did, the smell was so bad, her roommate could smell it from down the hall. She also told me she had been working out nonstop to combat the high caloric intake, and that she never wanted me to cook dinner for her again, unless she was PERSONALLY there to inspect the food beforehand.

    It was a fun date. She laughed about it eventually and said that that was the first time she’d ever crapped in a guy’s house on a date. She’d been so upset by it she was in tears in the bathroom while I had been in tears on the couch.

    I know … I’m an Asshole, but it was still a funny night.
    Last edited by 50cal; 12-28-2008, 11:51 AM.
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    ...And shephards we shall be. For thee my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand. That our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to thee. And teeming with souls shall it ever be. E Nomini Patri, E Fili, E Spiritu Sancti.

  • #2
    That was sooo baaaad! If I had been her, I would have made you a chocolate ( X-lax) cake to get even with you.
    Courage is just fear that has said it's prayers.

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    • #3
      wouldn't work...........I don't like cake.....if I eat someone elses food other than mine, it's usually a restaurant or someone who is feeding more than 20 other people, and I'll usually let them eat first......so you couldn't get back at me.....LOL!!!
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      ...And shephards we shall be. For thee my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand. That our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to thee. And teeming with souls shall it ever be. E Nomini Patri, E Fili, E Spiritu Sancti.

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      • #4
        When I read the title I thought, "Oh thats easy. The Driftwood, followed by the Triangle Inn."
        ***Edited for explicit content***

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        • #5
          . . . she didnt take a dump for 5 days . . .

          thats what u get 4 breaking my heart...

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          • #6
            im soo sure that eating the peanut butter and the chololate cookie bar was sooo wrong but it tasted good together. the reality was one loosened things up and one plugged up things.

            btw one packet each of lemon and grape drink mix in a plastic bottle is soo delicious. haha or, maybe i was losing it.
            thanks dad for showing me the way, teaching me the language, and not leaving my mother...*L*

            *RoUg3 MoD sTaTuS*

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            • #7
              it was a good story. Did you marry this girl?
              sigpic This is how I dance when your standing next to me...

              "Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Dogs of War..."

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              • #8
                LOL ... dayum that was messed up

                @ on a bed of yellow poop
                Watch your broken dreams...
                Dance in and out of the beams of a neon moon

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                • #9
                  EEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!! I'm glad ur TOOO OLD for any of my daughters!!! Yellow poop sound like
                  what my kids call their baby cousins "baby mustard!"

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