I first crossed the equator in 2000 on the USS Blue Ridge, aka Blue Pig, Loveboat, etc.
What a time. The whole thing started weeks in advance with the trash talking. All of the Shellbacks were letting us Wogs know where we stood.
Two days prior to the crossing, we had to turn in a white t-shirt for preparation. These shirts would be our uniform of the day. The reason for turning them in two days prior was so they could be "decorated".
Yeah, you could say they were decorated. And soaked in raw egg, soda, milk, tuna, whatever they could get.
On the morning of, we woke up stupid early and it was like boot camp all over. Lots of yelling, pushups, the whole thing. They gave us our shirts and man did they stink. The words of "encouragement" written on them were awesome. We had to keep them on for the rest of the ceremony.
Next up was Wog breakfast. The served green eggs and ham! The fun part was that we couldn't use our hands. They shoved a paper plate in our mouths and tried to hold it steady while food was carelessly slopped onto them. So now we are walking with our hands behind our backs, leaning back and looking at the overhead with a plate full of food trying not to spill it. Again, we could not use our hands so we just had to dig in.
After breakfast, we went to the forecastle (pronounced folk-sul) and continued with the yelling and pushups and jumping jacks. That part kind of sucked because we were in there for a couple hours waiting for our group to go up to the weather decks. Once on the weather decks, the real fun began. Fire hoses, singing, chanting and row, row, row your boat. Also Flipper watch. We had to call for him. He never showed. Don't forget about the fat guy. You have to go through the fat guy to be declared cleansed and worthy of the Shellback title.
A truly awesome experience. Who else here has been cleansed or am I surrounded by filthy, scumy Wogs?
What a time. The whole thing started weeks in advance with the trash talking. All of the Shellbacks were letting us Wogs know where we stood.
Two days prior to the crossing, we had to turn in a white t-shirt for preparation. These shirts would be our uniform of the day. The reason for turning them in two days prior was so they could be "decorated".
Yeah, you could say they were decorated. And soaked in raw egg, soda, milk, tuna, whatever they could get.
On the morning of, we woke up stupid early and it was like boot camp all over. Lots of yelling, pushups, the whole thing. They gave us our shirts and man did they stink. The words of "encouragement" written on them were awesome. We had to keep them on for the rest of the ceremony.
Next up was Wog breakfast. The served green eggs and ham! The fun part was that we couldn't use our hands. They shoved a paper plate in our mouths and tried to hold it steady while food was carelessly slopped onto them. So now we are walking with our hands behind our backs, leaning back and looking at the overhead with a plate full of food trying not to spill it. Again, we could not use our hands so we just had to dig in.
After breakfast, we went to the forecastle (pronounced folk-sul) and continued with the yelling and pushups and jumping jacks. That part kind of sucked because we were in there for a couple hours waiting for our group to go up to the weather decks. Once on the weather decks, the real fun began. Fire hoses, singing, chanting and row, row, row your boat. Also Flipper watch. We had to call for him. He never showed. Don't forget about the fat guy. You have to go through the fat guy to be declared cleansed and worthy of the Shellback title.
A truly awesome experience. Who else here has been cleansed or am I surrounded by filthy, scumy Wogs?