Hi! Mickey 191—That reminds me!
A drunken sailor was walking through the Naval Cemetery, and lay down on a tomb to sleep it off. Before he could get to sleep, he heard a strange rattling noise, and sat up, to see a skeleton heading toward the entrance gates. “Hey!” says Jack, “I’m trying to get some sleep here!”
“Gosh, I’m sorry!” says the skeleton. “Only I just got a 48-hour pass and I’m going ashore for the weekend.”
“OK!” says Jack. “Have a great time!”
But, within minutes, Jack hears the rattling noise again, and looks up to see the skeleton hurrying back the way he just came. “What an asshole (arsehole)!” thinks Jack.
Well, do you know, blow me down if poor tired Jack doesn’t get woken up AGAIN by the skeleton, coming back down the path!—but this time, he is carrying a huge gravestone on his shoulder!
“What the F—k is going on?” says Jack.
“Sorry to wake you again!” says the skeleton, “But the pricks on the gangway wouldn’t let me ashore without my ID card!”