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Yacht Week

I can only really watch this twice in a row before breaking into a cold sweat, crying all over the place  and sputtering out an incoherent tirade to my cleaning lady.  It's painful to watch these beautiful, talented,  youths throwing their lives away to the open sea.  It's all they can do but to dawn a smile every so often, like ephemeral attempts to punctuate an existence of true monotony.  The constant rumble of the engine (when your in the engine room), the nagging of the crew with their incessant asking if you need something (yes I do...jump overboard),  or the, ever so tedious, "Phillip?! Your father is on line two.  He wants to makes sure your having a good time" phone call.  It's all a formula for a psychological conundrum.  When the boat is in the water the possibility of it sinking hangs over the yout head like an ominous cloud of suffrage. What of the eminent acquisition of a pirate hooker? With so many foreign waters, and so many nights of intoxicated ecstasy, a pirate hooker is bound to manipulate and slither her way onto the boat without anyone heeding the warning "consider with grave concern!" tattooed on her asshole.  These Pirate Hookers can emotionally whisk you into happy la la land, and without a second thought, CHEAT ON YOU WITH THE SECOND MATE LIKE A LITTLE DRAGON SLUT! Yacht Week can be a real hardship sometimes.

 If you come across someone who has attended Yacht Week, or is planning to, make sure you take the time to just stop and ask them " Hey broseidon, how ya doing?"  It means a lot. Who knows....Maybe you will save an undeserving someone from the demon claws and tumultuous black magic of a cunt face pirate hooker.


With love,

Capt. W