Filthy dirty twat fucks
Names aren't changed - its just that I can't fcking remember them.
Having served in HM Forces, and having managed to escape with some dignity, there are some dirty, filthy fuckers who cause mayhem and disbelief for others who try to keep on top of things and don't get royally fucked with a charge due to skankyness.
Some students are nasty fckers, but jesus, you would think that a simple remit for entry into HM Forces is an assessment on whether or not you can keep yourself and your kit clean.

Theres one dirty, useless wanker who I won't forget, and I hope he has been booted out, dishonourable discharge style, and spent a good few months in the glasshouse.
Big bloater of a wanker, thought himself to be a 'hard lad' and was always boasting about the shags he got when he was home.... Yeah yeah yeah we would sigh....
But, his body odour and habits were, well, so fucked up even the Duty Discip who caught him out one day couldn't believe it....
This tosser would wear the thick, black woollen / nylon socks. You know the sort, you can't deny it. The type that reek of cheese and all things abominable after half an hour of wearing them.
And he had a special pair. That he never washed. And the stink from him was something, dear reader, I never, ever want to inhale again. Imagine the most disgusting odour imaginable - old mans diahorrea, stale sick, cat litter contents, sewage farms on a hot, still day and a tramps undercrackers after he has pissed himself a good few times and let it dry out.
That was the stench we was presented with when we arrived back from weekend leave.
And, not forgetting his shorts, that doubled as underwear, and had the biggest shit stain streaked up the back you can ever imagine.

We therefore decided to humiliate this complete wanker, and donned NBC gear, and managed to purloin the socks and shorts, and hang them up over a pipe in the front foyer area of the barrack block for all to see.
Including the Duty Discip, doing the normal Sunday evening rounds when most are back on unit, and who was a old timer - RAF Regiment Sargeant.

Obviously, fuck wit tried to remove them, but to no avail, but the Discip did. And then read the name tags. And did the fuckwit admit to being a disgusting, dirty little shit when confronted? Nope. Not his. Nothing to do with him. "SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING WITH YOUR NAME IN THEM YOU NASTY LITTLE MAN? GET THE FUCK INTO YOUR PT KIT AND GET OUTSIDE NOW!" is the cry - heard as far away as Weston Super Mare itself, a good 10 mile away!
Cue then a beasting to the Station Fire Hangar, and indeed, he got a good hose down and put on a charge for having conduct prejudicial to good order and discipline, and being slapped with 3 days jankers!
Even that didn't stop him though, and remained, a stinky dirty twat, and I was most happy when I fcked off.

Students? You've not seen shit unless you've been in the forces!

Apologies for length? Not a chance. If you can take the girth, you can take the length!
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