Cauli-wogs And The Warp'd World Of The Interplanetary Love/Cruise Boat...

[Ya Krunk'd Floo]

First off, let me address the people of the forum, the float-boat and the world in general...

Bring me the life, bring me the wind and fill my sally-sail with the life-force that was once forgotten, yet still remains as a deep whisper that is broken beyond repair! Hear my cry; this wreck can still be used in its disillusioned state!

Oh, my love! You played me for a fool, yet the fool I am not not. Am I, isn't? Not? Am. In my hour of reward, you hid from my eyes-cast and burrowed an armpit in the spectral sea! My heart has been cast in iron and memories remain floated in the flotsam.

Like the return of a smile, we mend. We build! We..We...We take our freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedoooooooooooooooooom!!!!!!!! Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..uh..arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Guap. Blibbo.

Oh...on this float-boat, I'll have no talk above the level of Bambi - and even that's a little risque for my licking - no, I didn't mean I'd lick Bambi, you sicko!

That's right, this ain't nuthin bu' a G-thang, baybee...

 

[Ronny]

Can we still dress up and eat kiwi?

 

[bobbyburns]

this here is the victory lap. let no one say that Ya Krunk'd Floo didn't try to elevate this forum to higher plane of consciousness.

 

[Ya Krunk'd Floo]

Where wot U wont...Eet wot U wont - az lung az eatz knot rewd!

bobbyb, the deck is ours! No one scrubber alone can haul this vessel out of/into the doldrums! Take sail! ARGHHHHHHHH!

 

[Ronny]

OK, I'll be totally prim and proper, I'll be the Au Pair.

 

[bobbyburns]

we'll sail along seas of obscurity and surf on waves as destructive as any ocean sinbad saw.

bobbyb, the deck is ours! No one scrubber alone can haul this vessel out of/into the doldrums! Take sail! ARGHHHHHHHH!

 

[SFG75]

I'll be busy walking and sulking back and forth across the fo'castle.

 

[novella]

You can get out of the bathtub now, Krunky. Say goodnight to Ducka. Mommy's little sailor has to go bo-bo.

 

[novella]

we'll sail along seas of obscurity and surf on waves as destructive as any ocean sinbad saw.

. . . and bob like a bobbing buoy, bobby . . .

 

[Ronny]

But mom it was just starting to get fun, they were making bubbles

 

[Ya Krunk'd Floo]

Thanks, novella - may I call you 'novella', novella? Oh, that's great. Yes, I am a mucky, little hound-dog, cryin' all the time, ain't nuthin' but a hound-dog, cryin' all the time, I ain't never caught a rabbit, but if I did I'd boil it in its own phlegmic juices and then serve it to scally-wags below deck, if ya krunk what I funk...