Back in 1971 a bunch of us were hanging out at our apartment and someone said hey, why don't we pierce our ear. Of course we all did it (must've been the wacky tobacky and beer). When we reported to the ship the following Monday, the Chief hit the overhead (ceiling for you land lubbers). We resorted to heavy monofilament fishing line and he wasn't fooled or impressed. That "disobedience" lasted about a week and if we ever wanted liberty again, we all gave it up. Next came the tatoos, but I'll save that for the tatoo thread!