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<blockquote data-quote="StLPro2A" data-source="post: 3747081" data-attributes="member: 48052"><p>While finishing my service in the National Guard attending summer camp. One member named Dobzinski, obviously Polish, was a treasured member of the unit. He was our Forrest Gump's Bubba. By Dobs' own admission, not the brightest bulb in the chandelier or even the burned out bulbs in the **** can. Mental gymnastics just eluded old Dobs, but give him a **** job, and he shone like the Christmas Star in the Heavens. **** jobs galore. Old Dobs would volunteer, take the job for his buddies, perform the worst assignments with precision, polish, pride and his trademark Disney Goofy smile.....and, ask if there was anything else he could do. Dobs was the guy everyone would jump on a grenade for.........but, he'd beat you to it. As usual, plenty of time and nothing to do, we're sitting around doing "hold my beer and listen to this joke" night. Well, we finally get around to the ethnic jokes. Clicking off every ethnicity in alphabetical order. Reaching "P", Pollock jokes abounded. Everyone rolling on the ground, holding their sides, spilling their beers, gasping for breath. Through the tears in my eyes, I notice ole Dobs has finished his latest **** assignment and joined us, But, he is stone somber, just sitting there, not laughing, not smiling, nothing, nada, zilch, zip.....blankness personified. Horror grips me, thinking we might be really offending the one guy in the unit no one would knowingly offend. I turn to Dobs and ask, "Hey, Dobs, I hope we aren't offending you. You know we love you. It's all in good fun." Dobs looks at me, and with his typical huge goofy smile and totally dumb hick accent, responded, "Naw. I'm good. But, ya know, I just don't understand 'em." GAME OVER!!! Supreme Pollock of Pollock jokes by the Grand Master Pollock Himself, Ole Dobs. Really regret losing contact with Dobs when I started moving around the country for my career. Learned a lot about life from Ole Dobs. Wise beyond his intellect.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="StLPro2A, post: 3747081, member: 48052"] While finishing my service in the National Guard attending summer camp. One member named Dobzinski, obviously Polish, was a treasured member of the unit. He was our Forrest Gump's Bubba. By Dobs' own admission, not the brightest bulb in the chandelier or even the burned out bulbs in the **** can. Mental gymnastics just eluded old Dobs, but give him a **** job, and he shone like the Christmas Star in the Heavens. **** jobs galore. Old Dobs would volunteer, take the job for his buddies, perform the worst assignments with precision, polish, pride and his trademark Disney Goofy smile.....and, ask if there was anything else he could do. Dobs was the guy everyone would jump on a grenade for.........but, he'd beat you to it. As usual, plenty of time and nothing to do, we're sitting around doing "hold my beer and listen to this joke" night. Well, we finally get around to the ethnic jokes. Clicking off every ethnicity in alphabetical order. Reaching "P", Pollock jokes abounded. Everyone rolling on the ground, holding their sides, spilling their beers, gasping for breath. Through the tears in my eyes, I notice ole Dobs has finished his latest **** assignment and joined us, But, he is stone somber, just sitting there, not laughing, not smiling, nothing, nada, zilch, zip.....blankness personified. Horror grips me, thinking we might be really offending the one guy in the unit no one would knowingly offend. I turn to Dobs and ask, "Hey, Dobs, I hope we aren't offending you. You know we love you. It's all in good fun." Dobs looks at me, and with his typical huge goofy smile and totally dumb hick accent, responded, "Naw. I'm good. But, ya know, I just don't understand 'em." GAME OVER!!! Supreme Pollock of Pollock jokes by the Grand Master Pollock Himself, Ole Dobs. Really regret losing contact with Dobs when I started moving around the country for my career. Learned a lot about life from Ole Dobs. Wise beyond his intellect. [/QUOTE]
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