When people talk about cars
 

When certain people talk in a sailing newsgroup only about cars, their
wooded lot, their kid, their wife, their double-wide and all that other
domestic crapola it tells me they have become the lubber they always
said they were not going to become. Weak, pitiful stay at home dads
getting their jollies from their wife's Victoria's Secret catalog most
likely. Bwahahahahahhahahahah!

In Bobsplat's case we all saw it coming. After all, he was never much
other than a pretend sailor who managed to always fetch up onto the one
or two rocks that existed on the way to and from is slip. His choice of
boats was always strictly amateurish and his pictures of sailing always
showed more motoring that sailing.

The only thing he ever had going for him is he talked a good game. But
lately he can't even do that. He's turned to car talk like a million
other losers who prove the old adage the smaller the penis the larger or
faster the car. It's a sad ending for somebody who was once at least a
little interested in sailing even if it was just for an afternoon in
sight of the dock.

Wilbur Hubbard