Palin Bachman 2012!

Happy Saturday!

And now for something completely different, a Saturday joke entitled, The MRE Dinner Date.  Anyone who's ever spent time in the field eating those things will get a good chuckle.  Contains a few dirty words and some bathroom humor...

The MRE Dinner Date

This is absolutely HILARIOUS. For those of us who have eaten these things
we can definitely understand how she felt-----
For all of you who Know what an MRE is... And those that don't this is too
funny and true not to read.

* Told from the point of view of a young Marine.

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, definitely had never eaten
before.

I got out my trusty case of MRE's. (Meal, Ready-to-Eat) Field rations that
when eaten in their entirety contain 3000+ calories in each meal.

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/re-hydrated rice.

I cooked the Ham Slices and Pork Chops in one pan, sauté 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 things from one of my
spice cans (hey, if it has green sprinkly things 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
xxxxxxx, and I sprinkled powdered sugar on top of it...

Voila!  Anger 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 stuff
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 loved 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 make-shift "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 rest
room. 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
smell-good) 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 shockwaves 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 Imodium 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 admitted it, she grabbed her coat and keys, and took off without a
word. She called me yesterday. Seems she couldn't shit 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 present and
supervising.

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.


-- HT to OD for the e-mailed joke!