Evidently, "Burger King" has some serious socialization issues. I can talk about stuff like that because I'm actually autistic, and have to work really hard at "passing for human." I don't know what the king's problems might be, but evidently they're profoundly more grave than mine.

Dude, I don't know what that guy's problem is... I don't even know that guy. Randomly posting random ♥♥♥♥ on random people's profiles? Who the f*ck does that???

Hey, I just noticed that you live in the greatest city in the USA! I did fourteen months at the Brooklyn Navy Yards WAY before 9/11, when the Twin Towers World Trade Center was still under construction. I see New York's skyline today, and it just makes me sad. I was born upstate, but New York will forever be a part of me. It's a glutton's paradise. ANY kind of food you want, New York has it. Any book, New York has it...probably hardcover first edition, too, if you find the right shop. Too bad it's so damned expensive to live there.

Those goawdamned high pressure steam lines gave me nightmares ( surface vessels have them, too ), especially when I was, upon extremely rare occasions, forced to do duty in The Hole 9 the engine room, to you landlubbers ). I used to carry a broom with me and wave it in front of me to "detect" the invisible and impossible to hear ( in the deafening cacophony of the engine room ) steam leaks. Got the idea from a training film ( the Navy didn't have DVDs back then, so it was an actual canned film reel ). You could lose a and, a foot, even get decapitated.

I have NO idea what that guy was babbling about scamming and racism. What the flying pheck does THIS have to do with "scamming" or racism? Maybe I'm stupid. I mean, his comment was so scathingly eloquent, just chock full of validation, right?

LOL I hear that Brother! I've seen some pretty startling things happen at depth that should have, if I was normal, scared the bejesus out of me and made me swear off sinking myself on purpose ever again... Wisdom teeth exploding like a mini-grenade in a shipmate's mouth... Synthetic Line Snapbacks... Fingers instantly severed and cauterized from a pinhole-sized super-heated steam leak... The lubber-line going from taut to slack as the hull shrinks from outside pressure... But there was always something about serving on the boats that kept bringing me back. I loved my time on the boats.

Knew a bubblehead homeported in Groton, Connecticut, "name" of Squirrel. Laugh. Look, there's a good reason the Navy flunks people that can't swim ( I've actually seen it happen in boot ), and here's the thing: The Navy wanted me to work on subs. You're five hundred feet deep, 1,1452.74 mmHg—sorry, bud—yer gonna DIE. Nosiree, thank you very much! I had a bad enough time on surface vessels what with collisions and hurricanes and such. Yeah, I know—the ocean's a BIG place, so do ships often collide? Yeah, with HILARIOUS regularity.