An Air Force pilot named Crewdawg walks into the O'club carrying a shotgun in one hand, a bucket of sh*t in the other, and a cat sitting on his shoulder. He walks up to the bar and orders a drink. The bartender proceeds to pour the man a drink. With that the man throws back his drink, cocks his shotgun, blows away the bucket of sh*t, scaring the cat off his shoulder, which he chases out of the bar never to return. Five days later Crewdawg returns; a shotgun in one hand, a bucket of sh*t in the other, and a cat upon his shoulder. He proceeds to walk up to the bar and orders himself a drink. The bartender, obviously annoyed at having to spend several hours cleaning up all the sh*t from his last visit, interrupted bitterly, "What the hell do you want?" "I'd like a drink", responded the captain. "No way, not after your last escapade", snapped the bartender. "But bartender, I'm in training", replied the man. "Training! Training for what?", questioned the bartender. "I'm getting out to be an airline pilot", responded the officer. "An airplane pilot?", questioned the bartender, "How does what you're doing train you for that?" "Well", added the man, "I go on a trip, I do a little drinking, I shoot a little sh*t, I chase a little *****, and then I take five days off!"