Well, I dont really expect to be invited to your "Yacht Club" cuz with
my ratty Tasmanian Devil flip flops, paint stained t-shirt and ragged
shorts I wouldnt fit in. All y'all REAL sailors can adjust your
captains hats and ascots and go back to the yacht club bar muttering
about how the common riff-raff just dont know their places.
Meanwhile, I'll be sailin one way r nuther.