JAXAshby wrote:

geesh, dood, back to study with you. lunch isn't for another 45 minutes.

Can you say dementia?

moose stored, I believe the word used for someone like you who is terrified of
3 foot seas in a Tayana 37, yet intends to push the button on an EPIRB when the
beer runs low is "chicken****". You may have dementia as well, but we were not
discussing that.

You scorn me for preferring my foam in a schooner?... shame.

speaking of dementia ...

Can you say dementia?

moose stored, I believe the word used for someone like you who is terrified
of
3 foot seas in a Tayana 37, yet intends to push the button on an EPIRB when
the
beer runs low is "chicken****". You may have dementia as well, but we were
not
discussing that.

You scorn me for preferring my foam in a schooner?... shame.

JAXAshby wrote:

speaking of dementia ...

Can you say dullard?



Can you say dementia?

moose stored, I believe the word used for someone like you who is terrified
of
3 foot seas in a Tayana 37, yet intends to push the button on an EPIRB when
the
beer runs low is "chicken****". You may have dementia as well, but we were
not
discussing that.

You scorn me for preferring my foam in a schooner?... shame.








--

The last stage of
utopian sentimentalism
is homicidal mania.

speaking of dementia ...

Can you say dullard?

of course. you are a dullard. and a damned stew ped one at that.

JAXAshby wrote:

speaking of dementia ...

Can you say dullard?

of course. you are a dullard. and a damned stew ped one at that.

stew ped: sailors midwatch snack, made
from slue footed crowsnesters.