All that is holy and sacred in the Marine Corps. Thursday night when we all drink and laugh at the stupid boots running around the barracks with their mops and brooms.
Traditionally the drunker we get the more they clean, sometimes all night until the next morning's inspection. (Or until we pass out, which ever happens first) However in light of the large volume of pussies that have become Marines in recent years, "Field Day" as been regulated (actually raped) and turned into a pathetic half ass coast guard "general clean up."
The result of too many Marines crying and whinnying to their mothers about how unfair it is. (see also hazing & p.t. for more examples)
Now we must come up with new and more innovative ways of making the shower shoes suffer...
Me: "Hey sh*thead stop falling out of the run
Sh*thead: I can't help it, I'm too fat and lazy to keep up
Me: That's fine, I'll get it back during "Field Day" tonight