Comments on: Beer Can Island Meltdown

By: RumHead

RumHead — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:41:47 +0000

You know me, my nose is so high in the air I can't read the compass.

By: SAILMONSTER

SAILMONSTER — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 20:37:33 +0000

Rumhead you snobby sailor you!

By: RumHead

RumHead — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:05:30 +0000

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By: RumHead

RumHead — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:49:23 +0000

By: RumHead

RumHead — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 15:27:33 +0000

Hey Duke,
I certainly don’t think I’m better than anybody else, trust me on that one. Just thought for the 5 hours it took to get there, I was a little bummed about all the cargo boat traffic and view of the powerplant. Keep on havin’ fun – that’s what it’s all about.

By: Duke

Duke — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 11:14:27 +0000

Yea, keep your stuffy snob self away from Beer Can. We have fun here and don’t need you looking down at us. fuck off.

By: Bonafide

Bonafide — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:39:56 +0000

Not many of us will sail anywhere in the tropics without a bimini but I know a guy who’s sailed all over the place with only the thinning hair on his crusty old head to shade him. Come to think of it he kinda smells like an old cattle trough and surely being incoherent from heat stroke claims there’s no blazin’ day he’s seen down here that’ll compare to the fire and brimstone of the good ‘ol days(or was that daze) back in the “show me”(what a bimini is) state. My hat’s off to him while I rest my remote finger and get up from the helm of my lazy-boy to head toward the frig for another cold one.
I really need a beer dispenser in the arm of my summer time captains chair…..I’m exhausted from walking back and forth.

By: RumHead

RumHead — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:42:17 +0000

I suppose in the winter you had to walk 10 miles to school in 4 ft. of snow. When were you born – 1920? You don’t need a beer – have some geritol ya old coot.

By: ross

ross — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 18:32:51 +0000

when I was a boy there was no such thing as windows. We had to work outside just to cool off. When we got too hot, we had to jump into the stagnant cow trough to cool off. You kids these days don’t know hot. You know it’s hot when your sweat hits the ground it sizzles.

Now quite your whining girly boy and get me another beer.

By: Bonafide

Bonafide — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 16:26:49 +0000

All that fun and no HOT soup to enjoy for dinner??? OMG it was super hot in orlando but a resort pool and a/c room was the relief for me. We’d pulled the boat for the summer the previous wknd and Kelli and i were both saying the timing was ideal if not a week or two late. Just too damned hot for any real fun. Margaritas only go just so far to numb my sense of reason for stewing in my own juices all night;)

Hawaii sounds like fun. Went to Maui for a sailing safari back in the 80′s. too much fun.
cya. M&K