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where the hell are the beezies with bikinis on my flightline!? was this a 70's only thing?
One routine Monday morning my squadron-mate brought his '70s Playboy Club Bunny girlfriend, along with her equally awesome friend for a "tour of where he worked," (VF-151, Hangar #1, NAS Miramar.).
They showed up wearing white go-go boots, pink hot pants, and black see-through net tops with their awesome 'nips' easily poking out into our pristine squadron spaces!
Suddenly, all maintenance in the hangar stopped! As they made their way to the ready room, coffee was spilled, flight briefs stopped, and fools abounded, tripping over themselves, regardless of rank. Then the "Bunnies" got to go to the line and man – I mean, woman-up – an F-4, while the plane captains were damn near in fisticuffs for priority to strap them in.
Later she/he/I/and others....we all lived in a mansion in La Jolla, and my friend finally married his Playboy Bunny.... but later divorced. Regardless, we all still remain friends and in contact.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot. The "man from lox" was my most memorable training flick...........ever!
If those women had been commies, we would surely lost the Cold War without a fight!
[ps: older than dirt (but so am I), she still looks pretty good even today.
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