Cougar-fied

Erik is now a part of the VAQ-139 Growler squadron, also known as The Cougars. I'm not sure how the rest of his hazing went since he continues to snore in a cesspool of smells in the guest room, but when he left the O' Club, he was drenched in champagne and flour. He smelled like a delicious croissant dough. He does not smell like that now, the morning after. It smells like stale whiskey and farts coming from down the hall.

Congrats, babe! Your few years as a retread student have come to a close. You worked hard and got what you wanted. As always, you rock.

Has his new patch and is being whisked away.

Flour bomb!

Time for drinky poos!

Lookin' like a boss and smellin' like a bakery.

Cougars!