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"Swab Rob" wrote



In the air of NYC? You gotta be kidding.

We don't breathe in NYC.

good decision, keep it up.



Good reason to avoid those states. Two beers and I'm over
the limit
in most cases.


BWwahahahah what a pussy!





Wrong again, I stopped drinking when a close friend raped
me
I was 31 at the time and so drunk I enjoyed it.


. Roughy 5% of colitis sufferers experience
such remissions and sometimes the symptoms never return.
My legs are
crossed.

and your butt cheeks clenched?

SPLICE THE MAIN BRACE !!!!!
 

I have a copy of that one Thom.... :-)

All the sailors I grew up with liked to have their "rations"...

CM

"Thom Stewart" wrote in message
...
Scotty;

Said much better than me!!

I guess Nutsy is left "Stomping By Himself"

" Old Ironsides" My Kind of ship. Hey Mooron, Top This!!

The U.S.S. Constitution, as a combat vessel carried 48,600 gallons of
fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to
last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no
evaporators (fresh water distillers). However, let it be noted that
according to her log, "On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed
from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600
gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder
and 79,400 gallons of rum."
Her mission: "To destroy and harass English shipping."
Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300
gallons of rum. Then she headed for the Azores, arriving there 12
November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of
Portuguese wine. On 18 November, she set sail for England. In the
ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and
scuttled 12 English merchantmen, salvaging only the rum aboard each.
By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, and
though unarmed, she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland.
Her landing party captured a whiskey distillery and transferred 40,000
gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn.
The U.S.S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no
cannon shot, no food, no powder, NO rum, NO wine, NO whiskey and 38,600
gallons of stagnant water.

Now, those were Sailors! No wonder she is the oldest commissioned Ship
of the US NAVY. She was manned by drinking, fighting sailors. Not Drunks
but HARD DRINKING SAILORS.

Good night Nutsy, have your warm milk (g) You lost this discussion to
Drinking Sailors :^)) Hope you learned "NOT TO CHALLENGE DRINKING
SAILORS!!" and; "I'll Drink To THAT!"

Ol Thom

SPLICE THE MAIN BRACE !!!!!
 

CM,

It is a great article---but---I have to wonder? You do the Math and it's
over two gallons a day for 475 men for 8 months. Now I know they took
prisoners and they drank but that must have been one CRAZY sail home
from Scotland.

Oh well, it no worst than Adam & Eve; I guess. Time does improve a
story.

SPLICE THE MAIN BRACE !!!!!
 

"silverback" wrote in message
news:trKjg.36124$771.18287@edtnps89...
I have a copy of that one Thom.... :-)

All the sailors I grew up with liked to have their
"rations"...


As does any real sailor!

Scotty

Bad Moon A rising
 

"DSK" wrote in message
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Does Bubbles do bong hits?

Probably not. Drugs cannot screw up a brain the way his has been.


katysails wrote:
What do you attribute it to?

A combination of genetics, years of ridicule (which he earned), exposure
to the toxic waste environment of NYC, and too much TV.

Don't forget Bubble's lengthy history of fabrication. One tends to believe
one's own lies ultimately.

Max

Bad Moon A rising
 

"Thom Stewart" wrote in message
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Scott,

Do you think that is why his Father & Mother moved away from him and
left him in NYC? He was to much to take?
His Dad left him to the ASA. More people to help. Well, he does have his
Imaginary Friends but they aren't that he thinks are helping him.

He is just a lonely Soul with make believe friends, with make believe
deeds and keeps his own score, his own make believe way.

He has a telescope (so he claims) so that he can Howl at the Moon. He
calls that a Victory (with his score keeping)

A Soul to be sad for. I won't ridicule him any more. He's had enough.
He's much to easy to put down. He creates the ammo to be used against
himself.

Time to let up for me. However, he is yours ASA; Have fun!!!

Beach Bum/Ol Thom

I've always imagined Bubbles to be some sordid, maligned middle-age man with
arrested maturity, sitting alone in his tiny flat in Flatbush, glued to his
computer, fabricating an existence that he believes will impress others,
because it certainly would impress him. Periodic visits to his
successfully-employed and married sister in Manhattan enable him to take
shots of his nephew (Thomas) and his sister (Suzy). Forays to the local
marina allow him the opportunity to shoot his favorite boat, the Bendy 35s5,
that is owned by someone he doesn't know but is seldom on the boat, enabling
Bubbles to take numerous shots of it. His Kodak 1.3 megapixel digital
camera that he bought at Goodwill for $10 enables him to "verify" his
imaginary existence. His '79 Dodge Dart is a far cry from his purported
Subaru STI or even his wishfully-thought Kia Sedona. His 13" B&W tv is
nothing at all like his sister's front projection tv that she had to
purchase when her Bubbles got drunk and fell into the screen of her
rear-projection unit. And his only resource is an old, stolen library book
on sailing, which enables him to speak halfway coherently on sailing topics.

You are right to pity him and abstain from ridiculing him further. He
deserves only our sympathy . . .

. . . and some intensive psychotherapy.

Max
:-)

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

I've always imagined Bubbles to be some sordid, maligned
middle-age man with
arrested maturity, sitting alone in his tiny flat in
Flatbush, glued to his
computer, fabricating an existence that he believes will
impress others,
because it certainly would impress him. Periodic visits
to his
successfully-employed and married sister in Manhattan
enable him to take
shots of his nephew (Thomas) and his sister (Suzy).
Forays to the local
marina allow him the opportunity to shoot his favorite
boat, the Bendy 35s5,
that is owned by someone he doesn't know but is seldom on
the boat, enabling
Bubbles to take numerous shots of it. His Kodak 1.3
megapixel digital
camera that he bought at Goodwill for $10 enables him to
"verify" his
imaginary existence. His '79 Dodge Dart is a far cry from
his purported
Subaru STI or even his wishfully-thought Kia Sedona. His
13" B&W tv is
nothing at all like his sister's front projection tv that
she had to
purchase when her Bubbles got drunk and fell into the
screen of her
rear-projection unit. And his only resource is an old,
stolen library book
on sailing, which enables him to speak halfway coherently
on sailing topics.

You are right to pity him and abstain from ridiculing him
further. He
deserves only our sympathy . . .

. . . and some intensive psychotherapy.


and BB ?

Bad Moon A rising
 

"Scotty" wrote in message
...

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

I've always imagined Bubbles to be some sordid, maligned
middle-age man with
arrested maturity, sitting alone in his tiny flat in
Flatbush, glued to his
computer, fabricating an existence that he believes will
impress others,
because it certainly would impress him. Periodic visits
to his
successfully-employed and married sister in Manhattan
enable him to take
shots of his nephew (Thomas) and his sister (Suzy).
Forays to the local
marina allow him the opportunity to shoot his favorite
boat, the Bendy 35s5,
that is owned by someone he doesn't know but is seldom on
the boat, enabling
Bubbles to take numerous shots of it. His Kodak 1.3
megapixel digital
camera that he bought at Goodwill for $10 enables him to
"verify" his
imaginary existence. His '79 Dodge Dart is a far cry from
his purported
Subaru STI or even his wishfully-thought Kia Sedona. His
13" B&W tv is
nothing at all like his sister's front projection tv that
she had to
purchase when her Bubbles got drunk and fell into the
screen of her
rear-projection unit. And his only resource is an old,
stolen library book
on sailing, which enables him to speak halfway coherently
on sailing topics.

You are right to pity him and abstain from ridiculing him
further. He
deserves only our sympathy . . .

. . . and some intensive psychotherapy.


and BB ?

Ditto.

Max