Son: When I grow up, I want to be a sailor!
Dad: Sorry, you'll have to choose one of those.
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Daffynitions |
You might be a sailing bum if |
One liners |
Aging sailor |
Perfect boat |
Bay breeze
A mate's lament |
Jet ski |
Ex-Navy sailor |
The pirate way |
Die-hard sailor |
Sailboat accident
One liners
Sailing is not a matter of life or death, it is infinitely more important.
If your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it.
If you sloop too late, yawl ketch a cod.
The reason people buy multihulls is that after they learn to sail they can take their training hulls off.
The major difference between sailors and powerboaters is that powerboaters are always on their way somewhere; Sailors, on the otherhand, are always right where they want to be.
The three stages of the aging sailor:
Jet Ski
What is the difference between a jet ski and a vacum sweeper?
The location of the dirt bag.
What's the difference between a jet skier and a bucket of @#%* ?
The bucket.
A sailor meets a pirate in a bar, and they take turns
recounting their adventures at sea. Noting the pirate's peg-leg, hook, and eye
patch the sailor asks "So, how did you end up with the peg-leg?"
The pirate
replies "We was caught in a monster storm off the cape and a giant wave swept
me overboard. Just as they were pullin' me out, a school of sharks appeared and
one of 'em bit me leg off".
"Blimey!" said the sailor. "What about the
hook"?
"Ahhhh...", mused the pirate, "We were boardin' a trader ship,
pistols blastin' and swords swingin' this way and that. In the fracas me hand
got chopped off."
"Zounds!" remarked the sailor. "And how came ye by the eye
patch"?
"A seagull droppin' fell into me eye", answered the pirate.
"You
lost your eye to a seagull dropping?" the sailor asked
incredulously.
"Well..." said the pirate, "..it was me first day with the
hook."
Gordon, an avid sailor, died. So Susan went to the local paper to put a notice in the obituaries.
The gentleman at the counter, after offering his condolences, asked Susan what she would like to say about Gordon.
Susan replied, "You just put, 'Gordon died.'"
The gentleman, somewhat perplexed, said, "That's it? Just 'Gordon died?' Surely, there must be something more you'd like to say about Gordon. If it's money you're concerned about, the first five words are free. We really should say something more."
So Susan pondered for a few minutes and finally said, "O.K., then. You put 'Gordon died. Sailboat for sale.'"
Sailboat Accident
From Don McBride, here's an oldie but goodie about a boater writing to his insurance company about an accident that occurred while he was working on his sailboat:
I am writing in response to your request for additional information for block number 3 of the accident reporting form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You said in your letter that I should explain more fully and I trust the following detail will be sufficient.
I am a sailboat owner, and on the day of the accident I was working alone at the top of my 60-foot mast. When I had completed my work, I discovered that I had, over the course of several trips up the mast, brought up about 200 pounds of tools and spare hardware. Rather than carry the now unneeded tools and material down by hand, I decided to lower the items down in a small barrel by using a pulley which was attached at the top of the mast.
Securing the rope at deck level, I went to the top of the mast and loaded the tools and material into the barrel. Then I went back to the deck of the boat and untied the rope, holding tightly to ensure a slow descent of the 200 pounds of tools. You will note in block number 11 of the accident reporting form that I weigh only 155 pounds.
Due to my surprise of being jerked off the deck so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope. Needless to say, I proceeded at a rather rapid rate of speed up the mast. In the vicinity of the 30 foot level, I met the barrel coming down. This explains my fractured skull and broken collarbone. Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley.
Fortunately, by this time, I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold onto the rope in spite of my pain. At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of tools hit the deck and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Devoid of the weight of the tools, the barrel now weighed approximately 10 pounds. I refer you again to my weight in block number 11.
As you might imagine, I began a rapid descent down the mast. In the vicinity of the 30 foot level, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, and the lacerations of my legs and lower body. The encounter with the barrel slowed me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell onto the pile of tools and, fortunately, only three vertebrae were cracked.
I am sorry to report, however, that as I lay there on the tools, in pain, unable to stand and watching the empty barrel 60 feet above me, I again lost my presence of mind. I let go of the rope.