On 2 Jul 2004 13:35:36 GMT, "Scott Vernon" wrote
this crap:

Grab a mooring, call the CG on your $4800 handheld and demand they bring gas
to you.

I thought I mentioned that the batteries in your handheld went dead
years ago, and leaked acid all over the inside of the radio.





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On 02 Jul 2004 13:56:54 GMT, (Bobspirt) wrote this
crap:


What do you do?

Just tighten up on the docklines.

I knew that was going to be your answer.




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On Fri, 2 Jul 2004 10:02:24 -0700, "Jonathan Ganz"
wrote this crap:

Call your boyfriend and chat for a while.


I knew that was going to be your answer.





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On Fri, 02 Jul 2004 02:12:44 -0400, Horvath
wrote this crap:

You're about 300 feet offshore, so it's too far to swim. You've got
Bob****'s boat and he was too cheap to put in gas, so you run out.
There's a slight breeze pushing you away from shore. You don't dare
take off the mainsail cover because the mainsail has long ago
disintergrated from lack of use, and you don't dare unfurl the jib for
the same reason.

The last time you checked the flares, they had expired in June 1981,
and were thrown out. You've got no oars or paddles, and the radio
doesn't work.

What do you do?


Answer Monday. (Remember, this is Bob****'s boat.)






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On Fri, 02 Jul 2004 02:12:44 -0400, Horvath
wrote this crap:

You're about 300 feet offshore, so it's too far to swim. You've got
Bob****'s boat and he was too cheap to put in gas, so you run out.
There's a slight breeze pushing you away from shore. You don't dare
take off the mainsail cover because the mainsail has long ago
disintergrated from lack of use, and you don't dare unfurl the jib for
the same reason.

The last time you checked the flares, they had expired in June 1981,
and were thrown out. You've got no oars or paddles, and the radio
doesn't work.

What do you do?


No points to anybody.

Remenber, you are on Boob****'s boat. And it's only ten feet deep
where you sail. You take your whisker pole, and extend it far enough,
and pole yourself back to your dock.





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