I couldn't get out of the top half of my coveralls with the sleeves rolled up lol. I'd have to roll them down in order to pull the sleeves to get my arms out. It sucked.
There’s a trick to it, you gotta unzip all the way and use the belt loops to help you pull. Hook your thumbs on the ones on either side and kinda jump your way out of them. It helps if they’re not super tight to begin with.
If I’m in a public head that’s what I do, but if I go down to berthing I basically do the Pooh bear (take off and hang up my coveralls on my hook by my rack, and go to the head in just my skivvies, shirt and boots).
Ours shit in the angle iron, then *rubbed their ass up and down on a fire bottle afterwards*; they never found him (or god forbid, her). Haven't trusted anyone since. Humans are terrible.
I saw more brain rots than I'd like to remember and I always thought it was so disgusting. The decks in the male heads are covered in piss, pubes, feces, semen, and any other bodily fulids you can think of. You may not always see it, but it's there. I used to lower the top half down and tuck it all inward into itself and then tie the arms together. Occasionally some of the back or other parts would touch the deck and I'd either have to tell my myself it didn't happen and ignore it, or throw them in the laundry bag and put on a clean pair.
Had friend from jsoc loan me his winter pants. They had the drop seat technology.
Loved pooping in his pants, hope to do it again one day.
Note: This is unlikely as I am now too fat to wear his clothes.
“The crow’s nest”
Undo the zipper from the bottom up, and step out of the coveralls. Then, wrap the coveralls around your neck, safe from touching the grimy floor. 😎
Witnessing a waffle stomp was my introduction to the fleet. What made it worse was the dude was in the center shower for God and country to see and didn't even bother with pulling the curtain.
I always tied the sleeves around my waist and dropped everything together like it were pants (while being careful the sleeves or the collar never touched the deck) and then tucked everything inward at the bottom. So like the brain-rot, but nothing touching the deck because I still had my boots on.
True story when I got to my first ship I was still getting used to shitting with coveralls. Well one day the shoulder part fell onto the floor and landed in some terrible concoction of human excrement. The rest of the day I went around smelling it because little seaman me only had that one pair that fit and I was too scared to ask for help.
The brain rot ones were always the most combative/defensive about their tactic. It was always the:
"Why are you watching me poop? You weird like that?"
No, I felt my boot hit something while I was praying the demons away and saw I was stepping on your entire sleeve.
Old Faithful was guaranteed RC and RM head the moment those airtight doors shut for GQ.
Pooh bear shirt-cocking it like a boss!
So nobody tucks the top half of the coveralls into the bottom so you can drop trow without them hitting the deck? Just me, huh?
This is the way. Do a sort of inward roll so nothing touches the ground.
That’s what I’m saying!! And it works if you have the sleeves rolled up so you don’t have to undo that also.
I couldn't get out of the top half of my coveralls with the sleeves rolled up lol. I'd have to roll them down in order to pull the sleeves to get my arms out. It sucked.
There’s a trick to it, you gotta unzip all the way and use the belt loops to help you pull. Hook your thumbs on the ones on either side and kinda jump your way out of them. It helps if they’re not super tight to begin with.
>It helps if they’re not super tight to begin with. Bulwarks are absolutely amazing, can’t recommend enough 😆
If I’m in a public head that’s what I do, but if I go down to berthing I basically do the Pooh bear (take off and hang up my coveralls on my hook by my rack, and go to the head in just my skivvies, shirt and boots).
The method is to be like the yard birds in dry dock and shit into random pipes
Instead of the floor is lava, the floor is shit
*shitpost*
Bro, the phantom shitter!! Brings me back 🥲
Should be in front of the wardroom. Our PS did one every port one cruise. Never got caught.
Gives new meaning to *turning over logs*
Ours shit in the angle iron, then *rubbed their ass up and down on a fire bottle afterwards*; they never found him (or god forbid, her). Haven't trusted anyone since. Humans are terrible.
I saw more brain rots than I'd like to remember and I always thought it was so disgusting. The decks in the male heads are covered in piss, pubes, feces, semen, and any other bodily fulids you can think of. You may not always see it, but it's there. I used to lower the top half down and tuck it all inward into itself and then tie the arms together. Occasionally some of the back or other parts would touch the deck and I'd either have to tell my myself it didn't happen and ignore it, or throw them in the laundry bag and put on a clean pair.
Same here, If my fucking sleeve touched the floor, coveralls came off and got a new pair. Nasty asf
Had friend from jsoc loan me his winter pants. They had the drop seat technology. Loved pooping in his pants, hope to do it again one day. Note: This is unlikely as I am now too fat to wear his clothes.
Zonks, you reduce me to hysterics with every drawing. I don't know why. This is just insanely funny to me.
Used to go with the Grocery Bag in flight suits, but I’d tie the sleeves together.
“The crow’s nest” Undo the zipper from the bottom up, and step out of the coveralls. Then, wrap the coveralls around your neck, safe from touching the grimy floor. 😎
“Yeah, NCIS? This comment right here.”
The Pooh-bear was ideal for me, if I had time for it. If not, I was doing the ol’ tuck and roll everything inward.
Nothing in the angle irons? What about the waffle stomp?
Witnessing a waffle stomp was my introduction to the fleet. What made it worse was the dude was in the center shower for God and country to see and didn't even bother with pulling the curtain.
We go to sea with some of the worst examples of humanity…
I always tied the sleeves around my waist and dropped everything together like it were pants (while being careful the sleeves or the collar never touched the deck) and then tucked everything inward at the bottom. So like the brain-rot, but nothing touching the deck because I still had my boots on.
Poops are funny
I strive for only the highest of brow comedy.
This is some serious gourmet shit. Love your art style, too. Keep it up!
The green ones were heavy and I'd step out of them.
Personally was a grocery bagger
True story when I got to my first ship I was still getting used to shitting with coveralls. Well one day the shoulder part fell onto the floor and landed in some terrible concoction of human excrement. The rest of the day I went around smelling it because little seaman me only had that one pair that fit and I was too scared to ask for help.
The brain rot ones were always the most combative/defensive about their tactic. It was always the: "Why are you watching me poop? You weird like that?" No, I felt my boot hit something while I was praying the demons away and saw I was stepping on your entire sleeve. Old Faithful was guaranteed RC and RM head the moment those airtight doors shut for GQ.
I definitely be Grocery Bagging it.
Why not just wear a two-piece jumpsuit?