Yep...they never quit....I somehow can't imagine Roni going head to head
with you doing straight shots, though...

"Maxprop" wrote in message
nk.net...

"katysails" wrote in message

What you need to do is convert the "jello cup" and "slider" crowd...man,
some of that stuff they concoct is really disgusting...

No kidding. I probably ****ed several of them off this summer, when they
offered me some gorilla shots. I declined. They persisted. I politely
declined again. They persisted. This went back and forth until I finally
just walked away.

Next day, Roni asks if they made me angry. I said no, but I just don't
like those sticky-sweet shooters. Told her I'd be happy to drink straight
shots of any of a number of liquors, but not those prissy candy-flavored
things. I'm hoping that put the issue to bed, but something tells me there
will be a repeat of the same exchange this summer.

Max

"katysails" wrote in message

Yep...they never quit....I somehow can't imagine Roni going head to head
with you doing straight shots, though...

Roni won't actually drink much. She is, OTOH, the dock diplomat, either
brandishing a rapier tongue at those deserving of her scorn, or soothing the
ruffled feathers of those she likes. I could tell you so many stories of
that same evening. . . .

Max

"Maxprop" wrote in message
Roni won't actually drink much. She is, OTOH, the dock diplomat, either
brandishing a rapier tongue at those deserving of her scorn, or soothing
the ruffled feathers of those she likes. I could tell you so many stories
of that same evening. . . .

Max... you are in dire straights. You have allowed the women on your dock
to not only appear to have opinions... but [gasp] to actually voice an
opinion!!???

Here are some remedial steps to take:

1- Maintain an air of dominance... females adore strenght despite their
protests
2- Never look a woman in the eyes... always stare directly at her breasts or
ass.
3- Keep vocal communications to basics.... food, drink or sex requests
only!
3- Handle females firmly but gently.... the must never assume anything is
their idea.

These guidelines will assist you in becoming the 'Cock of the Dock" in short
order and the ladies will feel much happier knowing their place. Good Luck!

CM

There is a reason you hide up there in the North....you'd be dead anywhere
else.

"Capt. Mooron" wrote in message
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"Maxprop" wrote in message
Roni won't actually drink much. She is, OTOH, the dock diplomat, either
brandishing a rapier tongue at those deserving of her scorn, or soothing
the ruffled feathers of those she likes. I could tell you so many
stories of that same evening. . . .

Max... you are in dire straights. You have allowed the women on your dock
to not only appear to have opinions... but [gasp] to actually voice an
opinion!!???

Here are some remedial steps to take:

1- Maintain an air of dominance... females adore strenght despite their
protests
2- Never look a woman in the eyes... always stare directly at her breasts
or ass.
3- Keep vocal communications to basics.... food, drink or sex requests
only!
3- Handle females firmly but gently.... the must never assume anything is
their idea.

These guidelines will assist you in becoming the 'Cock of the Dock" in
short order and the ladies will feel much happier knowing their place.
Good Luck!

CM

If only you had as much skill handling a sailboat as you claim you have handling
women, you would be a force to be reckoned with. As it stands now, however,
your part-time sailing is indicative of a man who was defeated by sailing so
he drowns his sorry with strong booze, takes his frustrations out on the
weaker gender and substitutes control of weak and unworthy females for a
more manly chore such as piloting a stout, blue water yacht off-soundings
well away from the surly shackles of a mean, shoreside existence where
talk of 'cocks of the docks' is really quite a pathetic, transparent means
of rationalizing defeat on the high seas.

Face it, sir, you eschew a meaningful challenge, live where you cannot face the
manly offerings of the sea most of the year and then brag about controlling the
opposite gender as if doing so warranted a merit badge. Some merit badge when
all it takes to control any uppity female is to make her walk the plank at the point
of a sword. Mere child's play.

CN

"Capt. Mooron" spewed thusly:

Here are some remedial steps to take:

1- Maintain an air of dominance... females adore strenght despite their
protests
2- Never look a woman in the eyes... always stare directly at her breasts or
ass.
3- Keep vocal communications to basics.... food, drink or sex requests
only!
3- Handle females firmly but gently.... the must never assume anything is
their idea.

These guidelines will assist you in becoming the 'Cock of the Dock" in short
order and the ladies will feel much happier knowing their place. Good Luck!

CM

"Capt. Neal®" wrote in message
...

If only you had as much skill handling a sailboat as you claim you have
handling
women, you would be a force to be reckoned with. As it stands now,
however,
your part-time sailing is indicative of a man who was defeated by sailing
so
he drowns his sorry with strong booze, takes his frustrations out on the
weaker gender and substitutes control of weak and unworthy females for a
more manly chore such as piloting a stout, blue water yacht off-soundings
well away from the surly shackles of a mean, shoreside existence where
talk of 'cocks of the docks' is really quite a pathetic, transparent means
of rationalizing defeat on the high seas.

What totally meaningless drivel resulting from a liberal tendency to
assumption. I have lived aboard my vessel for 9 years prior to my
responsibilities to my parents. I put it to you sir... that a man who does
not rise to meet his responsibilities to family... is no man at all. I may
be land bound for the moment, but it is shoreside of the Atlantic tending to
my duties..... and that sir is honourable!

May I point out that a passion cannot defeat you anymore than a duty demean
you. I built my first raft at 8 years old and put to sea.... only to be
uncerimoniously "rescued" by some misguided fisherman when I was only 5
miles from land. I have commercially fished the North Atlantic when neither
weather nor seastate was entertained as an issue in regards to tending the
nets and traps. I bought my first 30 ft vessel when I was 17 years old! I
have sailed in more Oceans and Seas than your self imposed limitations have
allowed you do undertake.


Face it, sir, you eschew a meaningful challenge, live where you cannot
face the
manly offerings of the sea most of the year and then brag about
controlling the opposite gender as if doing so warranted a merit badge.
Some merit badge when all it takes to control any uppity female is to make
her walk the plank at the point
of a sword. Mere child's play.

Balderdash..... I live on the very edge of the North Atlantic and face the
offerings of the sea on a daily basis. I do not however bask at mooring in a
shallow polluted backwater, protected from the ocean, in a small coastal
sailer and pretend to be a "Global Sailor".
In regards to females..... well.... you've had one date in 5 years
compared to my 50 dates in one year. I do believe I'll option to ignore the
advise of someone who succeeds at failure.

Capt. Mooron
S.V. Overproof!

things never change...except who Roni likes this year...

"Maxprop" wrote in message
nk.net...

"katysails" wrote in message

Yep...they never quit....I somehow can't imagine Roni going head to head
with you doing straight shots, though...

Roni won't actually drink much. She is, OTOH, the dock diplomat, either
brandishing a rapier tongue at those deserving of her scorn, or soothing
the ruffled feathers of those she likes. I could tell you so many stories
of that same evening. . . .

Max