Originally Posted by PorFin
Dropping a pair of tongs overboard is unfortunate; dropping a church key overboard is a borderline keelhauling worthy offense...
Pfft. Got you beat. How about hoping on your bike and riding half way across God's green earth to wash the danged comfortor (which you didn't want to do anyways, but were threatened with those things which are not fair to a good looking married fellow). THen you wash them, dry them (all freaking day cuz they only fit in one freaking dryer on the island) then bike them home. Hand them at the boat to the good child of your loin (and hers, nevermind) to help onboard. A misshap and they hit the water. No anchor on God's green earth has ever dissapeared faster. Like a baptist at a liquor store.
Now the two of ya are standing there, staring at the water like a couple of morons, just waiting for God himself to hand them back up, then realize you must come up with a reasonable excuse to the wife cuz "They fell in the drink" ain't gonna cut it if you want to sleep in air conditioning that night.
It was then my wife realized that Pirates roam these trusted waters of Florida. Bast***s. Never cared for them since.
Brian (and Chase).