Has been a call me Ishmael type day, as I left my home port aboard the Pu-f150- quad & set sail upon the Ozark seas of ragweed & other assorted weeds. Along with Radar-kway the savage terrior pup we cruised the vast oceans of grief to many, in search of Moo-be- Buck the great black bull as well as the rest of his whole Hee Haw gang. The going be slow with far less Thar she moos, at first, than would of liked to. But beleave if had a harpoon would have many steaks by now! So on we sailed into many other exotic ports. Unfortunately was not greeted by half naked island girls, only old cows who waunted cubes. After searching to the ends of my world several times over did spot enough schools of the blubber bearing varmits to sattisfy my sea going yearnings. Did not spot Moo-be-buck this voyage, or figure that I would, but do plan to go all Ahab on the beast when I do. Well the doledrums had set in & changed course for the home port to take on supplies & much needed shore leave . Hope to shiver me timbers under the AC a spell before casting off on an evening voyage.
Posted on: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 17:17:57 +0000