I have my punka-walla actively engaged by my open port-hole and have this fresh, spice laden Caribbean breeze circulating in my quarters. Also reclining on my chaise lounge on the monkey-island after sunset with a large triple Cuba Libre in hand is far removed from the mekannashions of those pit-dwellers.

Mind you, if they weren't so obnoxicating we could take the long-boat off the injun room skylight so they could open it and enjoy the benefits of clean air.

OK Tmac -- before you respond just imagine yourself being entertained on the pool deck by some dusky maidens serving an unlimited supply of Black Bush. :pint:

yep, you are talking Tmacs Language there Tom. Dusky Maidens with Black bush right up his street..

I keep peeping out the front door at home, but I've never seen a dusky maiden's black bush up or down my street.

Hang in there John ---- As they say Hope Dies Eternal --- or something like that. :) :)

Closing in on Oranjestad.

Mr. McCloggie -- Please hoist the G flag (Not the G string -- where the hell did you get that anyway??). Rig the pilot ladder. Prepare the lines for a starboard tie at the cruise ship dock.

Strike all sail.

Injun room -- dead slow cog, if you please.

As long as it ain't my main brace being spliced.. say, who's been messing around with Budgie v4.0.. I traded some rare 53 Dom Perignon to the USMC for this bird...

I dunno -- but it seems, like the Polish submarine, someone left the screen door open. :egg:

Welcome aboard Mr. Pilot -- Glad to see you've brought us the obligatory peace offering. Please join us in the Pax lounge so we can get into the mood to go alongside.

Mr. McCloggie strike "G" and hoist "H" if you please -- then get yourself down to the Pax lounge -- hate to see a man go thirsty. :pint:

I must go up to my funnel suite
where I can see the sea and sky
I left a pair of knickers there
and I wonder if they're dry.

On well at least it isn't PINK anymore. I assume the sewage BROWN is merely the undercoat, or rather for the health of the plasticos it had better be !!!!:bad_mad:

will do seeing as you asked so nicely :flowers:

Being as how we are where we are, I am not drinking any more Creme de menthe, I will have a pint of Curacao instead.

FJ, I heard you drank Canada Dry, once. You can't drink Curacao as well. Think of your poor liver!:big_tongue:

It is an excellent liver. Soled many a pair of boots.

That's the first time I have ever heard of a liver selling boots. Truly, a remarkable specimen that should be donated to science.

I've been trying to drink Canada dry for the last 60 years and haven't succeeded yet.

I would expect the same lack of success whether in Curacao, Cuba, Kentucky, Scotland, etc., etc. :pint:

Excellent tie-up Mr. McCloggie. Thanks to the eyesight correcting fluid available in the wheelhouse, we came alongside with nary a bump, nor grind.

FWE thank you, Tmac. :)

well done Tom, No need for fenders or boathooks with you in charge. Time to crak open a celebratory bottle i believe.

Flags up, flags down, more flags up - where will it all end?

The flag locker needs rearranging - G-string where flag G should be, flag G in U (for underwear no doubt) and flag H under W (for ... well I let you work it out). The cut-outs will get on to it after they have secured the upper deck so if anyone apart from T-Mac has lost any lingerie stand by to claim it back.

Right - off to the lounge to celebrate the smooth berthing with more eye correction medicine and discuss the run ashore!������

McC

No, no you don't!. You make sure Tmac is included, I am sure I saw him earing Mother's cami-knickers last time forgot you had already poured a double ration of that paint stripper down the voice pipe.

Whoever it was I couldn't possible wear them abroad again after whatever or whoever happened to them the last time this happened.

Come on, Tmac --- 'fess up --- you've been reading John Masefield again.

Turning into a man of culture. :)

Culture? Isn't that what happens when one scrapes something nasty into a Petri dish?

Culture indeed, as Billy Connolly calls it: diseases of the willie.

Ship now running like a wee sewing machine, Clever Cloggs dominating the Flag Deck, Tmac firing on all cylinders and the hereditary Lord V humming on battery power. Bloody Good News.
Splice the Mainbrace.

Sir William and Tmac --- suggest we bunker here if needed -- oil going on the cheap and well refined.

The rum is fine any time of year (or was that Jamaica) Oh! Hell, the rum is fine anywhere at anytime of year. :pint:

full bunkers it is then Tom. Plus anything else Tmac needs for his emporium of pipes down below..