How about in bed with a hundred dollar an hour hooker ? ( hope my wife doesn't see this )
Yep gonesailing's showing his age, like my Dad talking about nickel coffees.With inflation all that may get you is crabs
How about in bed with a hundred dollar an hour hooker ? ( hope my wife doesn't see this )
Wifey B: $100 an hour? You're living in the past again. That's not going to get you much. Double, triple, quadruple, for quality. :lol:
It would be a great day on the water, one of those days when everything was perfect. There would be a cool breeze and a warm sun as I stepped out of the pilothouse holding my morning coffee. The symphony of nature would continue in a fine resonance of birds, plants and even the team of dolphins keeping pace amidships. Below my feet is the pleasant purr of the efficient machine I had spent so much intention to create. Seemingly, an agreement has been struck between man, machine, and motion, now all in an harmonic cooperation with nature. All is in order.
I'd just be clearing the inlet when the warning was barked over the VHF. An earthquake in the Gulf, some oil platforms lost, and the certainty of a massive tidal wave that was too big and too close to escape. I peer over the horizon and witness that it's already too late for any option. With the speed of the wind and wave, I barely finish banking the 180 turn when the liquid tower overtakes me. My trusty vessel is almost on her nose when she tweaks-out one more effort to do what she does best. Her upturned stern lifts at the waves deliberate command, and as she climbs higher and higher upon it, her spirit unites all forces, God made and man made, in lofty celebration. Down the wave we charge together toward certain destiny, and when our last scream has been screamed, we are snuffed.
Doesn't get better than that.
I haven't really decided if I'm ever going to die or not, but if I do, I want to die in the arms of an 18-year old nymphomaniac. I want my friends to be able to say...
"Wow, lucky Bastard. He came and went in the same breath. And did you see the knockers on that chick he was with!"
It would be a great day on the water, one of those days when everything was perfect. There would be a cool breeze and a warm sun as I stepped out of the pilothouse holding my morning coffee. The symphony of nature would continue in a fine resonance of birds, plants and even the team of dolphins keeping pace amidships. Below my feet is the pleasant purr of the efficient machine I had spent so much intention to create. Seemingly, an agreement has been struck between man, machine, and motion, now all in an harmonic cooperation with nature. All is in order.
I'd just be clearing the inlet when the warning was barked over the VHF. An earthquake in the Gulf, some oil platforms lost, and the certainty of a massive tidal wave that was too big and too close to escape. I peer over the horizon and witness that it's already too late for any option. With the speed of the wind and wave, I barely finish banking the 180 turn when the liquid tower overtakes me. My trusty vessel is almost on her nose when she tweaks-out one more effort to do what she does best. Her upturned stern lifts at the waves deliberate command, and as she climbs higher and higher upon it, her spirit unites all forces, God made and man made, in lofty celebration. Down the wave we charge together toward certain destiny, and when our last scream has been screamed, we are snuffed.
Doesn't get better than that.
It is said that when asked who would like to live to 100 years old, only those who had reached 99 answered in the affirmative.
I've got it planned out... long as I remain fit enough to pull it off.
Die on the water is my choice of Goodbye!
f. Sit on gunnel or transom or swim step with loaded 357 pistol.
Aaaaaaa Good choice, Colt Black Hawk Single action?
I've got it planned out... long as I remain fit enough to pull it off.
Die on the water is my choice of Goodbye!
f. Sit on gunnel or transom or swim step with loaded 357 pistol.
Aaaaaaa Good choice, Colt Black Hawk Single action?
Ya better take two round with you in case a wave makes you miss the first one!
Note to self....Don't anchor out with Art or Al!
Ya better take two round with you in case a wave makes you miss the first one!
See, hadn't thought of that one... "Best laid plans of mice and men!"
Crap, now ya gots me ta thinken!
Maybe I'd better also take a Big OD of oxycodone or some other deadly drug in case I drop gun after first misfire... maybe to make sure I should have another loaded gun sitting next to me. Then I'm thinking of the guns don't do me in... I'd better be ready to get dizzy while boat idles around in a circle waiting for to the drug to kick in. What if I fall over and try to swim with anchor attached to my ankle? In that case screw it... I might as well jump off the Golden Gate Bridge. But, wait, by that time they will have the $200M suicide protection netting all the way on both sides
Such a bunch of what ifs just to kill yourself on the water... what's a feller ta do??
:lol:
On land...
My Dad had a stroke while in Canada anchored out in Telegraph Harbor with my Mom. CG Auxillary came out and got them off the boat and into Ladysmith and then to an ambulance to take him to the hospital in Nanaimo. Things went from bad to worse and he had a cerebral hemorrhage. They flew him out to Harborview in Seattle, primarily I think to make it simpler on everyone by have him die in the US rather than deal with the cross-border issues.
The point is that it would have been messier if he had died in Canada. As it was, we had to go and retrieve the boat after it spent an unplanned time in Ladysmith. Much better that I die with the boat sold or passed to the kids so my wife doesn't have to worry about it.
I passed out after finishing a Marathon in Victoria. As I was laying on the ground, the first thing my wife thought was "Well this is going to be awkward. How do I get his body back home?" Then she kicked me.