Mystery on the boat.
- Thread starter Roadking Larry
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You're obviously approaching the age at which the hereafter starts to become increasing important, as it has for me...more and more often I find myself going into rooms and then have to ask myself, "what am I here after."
It shouldn't be too worrisome until the day you're out sailing and have to ask yourself that question after you've come into a marina.
OK, Larry, just what were you planning on doing with all those noodles, anyway? And don't try to sell us the old "dockline anti-chafe" ploy. Just a warning: In Oklahoma, Tennessee, Kentucky and portions of Southern California, it is a felony to "fondle, have carnal knowledge of a foam or carbon fiber foam object that in any respect resembles or in part or whole can be construed as a replica, whether or not to scale, of a reproductive organ . . . ."
Been blaming stuff on my step daughter, whom I adore, for years. She's been out of the house for twenty years and when something goes wrong, and it's either the Mrs. or me on site, I throw the step daughter under the bus in an instant. The Mrs. considers it as a capitulation and, of course, that I'm guilty. But at least we get a chuckle before the beatings begin.
I wonder foam noodles are alcohol soluble? I better get down to boat and check the rum locker. ..
That's what I been saying. On the other hand, its pretty sad. I've been getting help from a bunch of sailors who have been loosing their noodles.
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I have your noodles.. I want 1 zillion dollars in unmarked bills. No cops. Any funny business and the yellow one will be mailed to you in pieces.
I can't honestly say that I've ever had a noodle to use. Just to be on the safe side, though, I do keep my marbles in a jar on the coffee table so i don't lose them.
I found your lost noodles. Fair winds.HA! You've got someone else's noodles. I didn't have any yellow ones.
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