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About Me
- Bob
- (Sorry for referring to myself in the third person. I won't do it again. I promise.) A lifelong resident of South Florida, Bob apologizes in advance for obscure (and not so oscure) references, citing the excuse that he read books as a youth instead of being in back alleys and pool halls like he should have been. A former communist, Bob delights in reminding his friends that his name is a verb as well as a noun.
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one might wonder what all the bitching is about. All seemed to be working well. The captain was snoring away in the lounge.
The TWO walked into the lounge from the port side with just a bit of sea spray and even less of an excuse.
He woke up just in time to confine them to their quarters.
There was some talk of bringing in a Buddhist monk to exorcise, but none could be found who were superstitious enough. They had to settle for a Catholic, and one with a Malawi accent at that. (Although they also say that he met Madonna on the road.)
The priest got green pea soup all over his Merchant Marine pea coat, but was unable to drive Beezlebub out...wasn't even sure how to spell it?
Boozletoobtop?
Boysoutforfun?
Banmybigtoe?
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