This is what I mean when I say that recreationally lying to kids is an important family tradition.
An old boss of mine was in the Navy, and as always they haze the new guy. Told him to go get a bucket of checkered paint from the quartermaster (I think it was; any mistakes in nomenclature are mine, not his).
The QM, tired of the nonsense, actually made one. He put a grid of cardboard in a bucket and carefully filled it with alternating paints, then removed the grid, leaving a bucket of black and white checkered paint.
I feel like if you come back with a bucket of checked paint, you should immediately be promoted to general. That takes moxie.
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