“Killick, pass the word for my coxswain!”
“Huh-huh. Coxswain. I want to see my coxswain. Huh-huh-huh. Do you want to see my coxswain? Huh-huh-huh. Huh-huh-huh. I want to put my coxswain in your vessel. Huh-huh-huh.”
“Killick, pass the word for my coxswain!”
“Huh-huh. Coxswain. I want to see my coxswain. Huh-huh-huh. Do you want to see my coxswain? Huh-huh-huh. Huh-huh-huh. I want to put my coxswain in your vessel. Huh-huh-huh.”
(cue losing sound effect from “The Price Is Right”.)
“Stand clear of the futtock shrouds! Let go the studding sails!”
You utter scrub!
It was on the good ship Venus
By Christ, ya shoulda seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
And the mast, a mammoth penis
The captain of this lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn’t fit to shovel shit
From one place to another
Frigging in the rigging…
tw: analysis75
Adlerian, perhaps.
Dammit, Beavis! What’s your problem?
Huh. Huhuhhuh…
Ya’ll hassome dingy davits in yer poop-deck. Go jerk a spinnaker.
My sister put “cockshund” on her resume, when she graduated college.
Lucky for her I caught it.
But did I laugh?
Just remember:
always choose the lesser of two weevils.
Are you threatening me, for all love? You will strike your colors to my bunghole!
Cockshunds rule!
Huh-huh-huh.
Kick me in the coxswian! YYYYYeeeeeesssss!
*
this49 must be Saturday, and raining outside…
Patrick O’Brian didn’t need Beavis or Butthead. He had Midshipman Babbington.
But just wait til he finds the soft futtocks…