Freckles
There's lots of Army stories dealing with poo but my favourite is Freckles.

Freckles is a drinking game. One squaddy goes to the bog an craps on a plate. Then he brings his freshly steaming prize back to the table and the rest of the players bring their noses close to the edge of the plate and close their eyes. Then the ref then slams another plate down on top of the turd.

The one with with the most freckles buys the next round.

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 0:20, 5 replies)

That's horrible...
I thank the powers that be that you never played that whilst I was in your company...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 28 Mar 2008, 0:25, closed)

Getting my legs blown off
in some far flung hell hole is one thing, but I'm DEFINITELY not joining the army now!
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 1:35, closed)

Every now and again
I reassess my life and think I should have done something concrete like doing medicine at uni, becoming some other sort of professional (y'know chartered bodies and the like - proper ones, not like CIPD and the like - sorry HR people). One I keep coming back to is "Hmm, should I have gone into the services in some way or another?".

Legless - thanks you for reaffirming my life choices!
( Fireflier La la la la, not listening on, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 8:06, closed)

totally gross
but i'm laughing my silly head off!
(chameleon61, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 8:33, closed)

This is why...
when the fucking shit hot guy who wanted to go out with me when I was 18 told me he was joining the army, I told him to get lost.

I feel vindictated as my friends thought I was crazy.
( girlinthehole, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 8:47, closed)