"Sailor Shenanigans"

 We barnacle-laden Canoe Club card carry’n sailors have been known for our stupid activities of unacceptable behavior overseas as well as homeport. We’ve been prone to tip-toeing the razor’s edge to the loony bin. That’s what happens when you spend too much time at sea… you got to be able to blow a little steam when the liberty bell rings! We’ve woken up in ditches as well as beds with broken bedsprings in brothels around the globe with our skivvies over our heads and empty pockets where we imbibed ourselves with such drink that tastes are comparable to turpentine.  Our philanthropic missions were to collect various strains of crotch critters and countless forms of bacterial urethritis that required a fat square needle in the backside to get rid of …  at least that’s what the Doc’ told me. Yes, we pulled some nutty screwball-hair-brained antics over the years and we got the memories to share. Here’s a collection of those memories caught in time that I hope you enjoy…

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