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"JN" wrote in message ...
You have to be a real people-hating hermit to live on the hook.

Not people-hating, just wannabe sailor who are nothing more
than floating trailer park trash.



There are
many times I enjoy the hell out of my boat that it doesn't leave the dock.

Whoop-de-doo! Might as well have a Winnebago and hit the campgrounds.

I had my boat at home behind my house once, but I missed the dock community
and returned.

What can I say, trash loves trash!

There's nothing like crewing on someone else's boat when it's
blowing like hell.

Balderdash, people only do that who are too chicken to sail
their own boat. They use it as a crutch.

There's nothing like half-a-dozen sailors gathering at
someone's boat and downing a few while tossing around the bull****.

Bunch of drunk trash enjoying the company of other drunk trash.

There's
nothing like relaxing in the cockpit at dusk enjoying a glass of wine and
greeting those returning from a day on the water.

And, the're all thinking, "Why doesn't that drunk ever sail his own boat?

And most of all, there's
nothing like having somebody to hoist your ass aloft when need be, or to
help you get your sails off and folded when a hurricane is barrelling down
on you.

You are so inept you can't handle your own sails or go up the mast
without a comittee? Bwahahahahahahahahahah! Loser!

You can have the hook, I enjoy the company of fellow sailors at the
dock. I may not be an expert sailor, but then I never claimed to be one did
I? You have and now you have a lot to live up to dimwit.


FELLOW DRUNKS and floating trailer park trash, more like. You
are NO SAILOR. You are a pretender and a wannabe whom
every real sailor views with disgust. Take a real look at what you're
calling sailing. It amounts to you trying to be cool and the center of
attention. It only works halfway and that's among halfwits who are
just like you - losers, pretenders, wannabes, afraidtobes, who are
totally dependent upon others helping them out.

Real sailors are independent and need no help to sail their
boats, handle their sails, ascend the mast, troubleshoot their
systems, travel to foreign countries, enjoy clean water away
from marinas where the filth abounds and, and enjoy it all
without needing anyone else to know about it. Real sailors
are gown-ups who don't need to constantly say by action
or word, "Hey, lookit me!!" It's babies like you who never
grew out of the playground stage.

S.Simon