A Maritime Story...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Sun, 14 Jul 1996 02:31:47 +0100


Hiya People...

Here's something of a maritime tale and a breakdown in communications...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------


Once there were twin brothers by the name of Jones. John was married and
Joe was single. The single brother, Joe, was the proud owner of a
dilapidated row boat. It happened that John Jones' wife died the same
day that Joe's rowboat filled with water and sunk.

A few days later, a kindly old lady met Joe, and mistaking him for John
said: "Oh, Mr Jones, I'm sorry to hear of your great loss. You must feel
terrible."

Joe smiled and said: "Well, I'm not a bit sorry! She was rather old from
the start. Her bottom was all chewed up, and she smelled of dead fish.
Even the first time I got into her, she made water faster than anything
I ever saw. She had a bad crack, and a pretty big hole in her front, and
that hole got bigger every time I used her. It got so I could handle
her, but if anyone else used her, she leaked like anything. But what
finished her was four guys from the other side of town. They came down
looking for a good time and asked if I would lend her to them. I warned
them she wasn't so hot, but they could take a crack at her if they
liked. Well, the result was the crazy fools tried to get inside her all
at once, and it was too much for her. She cracked right up the middle.

Before he could finish, the old lady fainted.