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Originally Posted by Tmac1720
Us poor downtrodden injuneers are always looking up.... we are DOWN the pit in the dark and smelly nether regions never to have the sunlight on our faces, never to feel the cool Ocean breeze on our grimy and oil soaked faces, never to know the luxury of an ice cold beer on the back of our parched throats, doomed forever never to see a sunrise or a moon set, deafened by the constant roar of machinery and worst of all looked down upon by the deckie crowd who truth be told can't even steer in a straight line ......... oh woe is us, thrice woe.... 
P.S. are we there yet?... wherever it was we were going..  |
Poor Tmac, so misunderstood and neglected.
However, you can choose to come up on deck and enjoy the sunshine and the company of your fellow crew members, without the bribery of copious amounts of Black Bush. They aren't a bad lot and they know that they would be going nowhere without your expertise. I don't know
how you survive down in the bowels of the ship with all that noise and grease.
Yuk! Perhaps I could come down sometime and do some basic housework for you.
I
promise not to go anywhere near your injuns.