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Originally Posted by GeoffC
not wishing to upset anybody, but when I wuz up on t' gun deck havin' a play with the guns, I noticed, snuggled in a corner - a Big Bertha, all ready, primed and aimed for whatever we need to aim it at....take note, the trigger is a little delicate ....  |
OY! Me MUM's name was Bertha! Have a care!
Well, then, she was quite petite, so that probably wa'n't 'er.
Wait, why would there be a loaded golf club up in the gun nest? Oh, that must be an alternate path to the driving range on top. Mind the curbs if you're driving... jump one o' them and it's a long way down.
Now, Speaking of golf clubs... if there was a
Mae West I would understand... or even a
Marilyn Monroe -- both designed for getting lost at sea with (or at least getting wet in).
I've made great headway in figuring out how to restart the blasted thing... I found a crank in the pilot house. and HE said that I just need to push the button labeled "This button makes it go."
I always try to over-think things. Who let that dingbat aboard anyway? SECURITY! Remove the crank from the bridge. NO! I'M Not the CRANK! I'm CRANKY! Dang it!
--- Interlude between Captain (moi) and previously un-credited first mate:
Sir! This report just in: The Crew is REVOLTING!
I know, but they're the best we could get at what we were paying them.
No, I mean, actually.... revolting.
Yes. I know. I've seen them. But anyway -- FREE BOOZE IN THE MESS!
You're a genious, sir.
I know.