Personnellement j'ai eu la flemme de lire plus loin que la 10 ..... (et c'est pas une blague)
Mais certains s'en donnent du mal pour être fainéant ! Ça me fait penser aux profs qui disent d'un de leurs élèves "c'est dommage que l'énorme quantité d'efforts qu'il fait pour tricher il ne la fasse pas pour réviser".
Si quelqu'un ici fréquente 4chong (et j'imagine que c'est le cas), vous avez probablement déjà dû lire l'histoire du militaire sur un porte-avion qui fait dévier l'engin de quelques degrés pour ne plus avoir le soleil dans la tronche pendant son ptit déj.
C'était reddit :
"I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.
But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel."
Ced Lombrik
TheMetroidPrime En réponse à Ced Verxit
Enfin, presque.
Wanler Vermisseau
phil_good Ver singe (et torix)
Necropaf LoMBriK addict !
Xahendir
Mais certains s'en donnent du mal pour être fainéant ! Ça me fait penser aux profs qui disent d'un de leurs élèves "c'est dommage que l'énorme quantité d'efforts qu'il fait pour tricher il ne la fasse pas pour réviser".
emerson En réponse à Xahendir Archi-ver
si seulement j'avais eu plus de répartie à l'époque...
Orme En réponse à emerson Dresseuse de lombriks
emerson En réponse à Orme Archi-ver
Benzer Lombrok
Xahendir En réponse à Benzer
Alix En réponse à Benzer LeLoMBriK
"I was once on a US military ship, having breakfast in the wardroom (officers lounge) when the Operations Officer (OPS) walks in. This guy was the definition of NOT a morning person; he's still half asleep, bleary eyed... basically a zombie with a bagel. He sits down across from me to eat his bagel and is just barely conscious. My back is to the outboard side of the ship, and the morning sun is blazing in one of the portholes putting a big bright-ass circle of light right on his barely conscious face. He's squinting and chewing and basically just remembering how to be alive for today. It's painful to watch.
But then zombie-OPS stops chewing, slowly picks up the phone, and dials the bridge. In his well-known I'm-still-totally-asleep voice, he says "heeeey. It's OPS. Could you... shift our barpat... yeah, one six five. Thanks." And puts the phone down. And then he just sits there. Squinting. Waiting.
And then, ever so slowly, I realize that that big blazing spot of sun has begun to slide off the zombie's face and onto the wall behind him. After a moment it clears his face and he blinks slowly a few times and the brilliant beauty of what I've just witnessed begins to overwhelm me. By ordering the bridge to adjust the ship's back-and-forth patrol by about 15 degrees, he's changed our course just enough to reposition the sun off of his face. He's literally just redirected thousands of tons of steel and hundreds of people so that he could get the sun out of his eyes while he eats his bagel. I am in awe.
He slowly picks up his bagel and for a moment I'm terrified at the thought that his own genius may escape him, that he may never appreciate the epic brilliance of his laziness (since he's not going to wake up for another hour). But between his next bites he pauses, looks at me, and gives me the faintest, sly grin, before returning to gnaw slowly on his zombie bagel."
AlrX02 En réponse à Alix Vermisseau
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