Hoisting the jib!

[radioguy]

Wow, what a day. Went out on the lake and the crested waves were at 4 feet. I slooped the 27 ft skooner around the jib bay and hoisted the boom to the mast stanchion. I wasn't paying attention and the jib furlaped over the master into the keel! After the keel relaxed the luffer got jibbed around the skegway. I ran stern and then hulled to the portboard side and jibbed the hullsail to the shroud lackey. I couldn't believe my eyes when everything was done and the stays were perplexed onto the jib bimini roof cleat!

[sawingknots]

huh, the hell you say!

[radioguy]

"What the hull!??!?"

[puddinlegs]

Avast there, ye... ship the scorpers and flog the keelhaulers.

[peptobysmol]

Ye types like ye have had a cerebral embolic event

[braunschweiger]

Methinks you have fallen off the water wagon and been run over by it.

Furl the aftergaff mainbrace houser

[CalebD]

That's a bloomin' load of jibberish. The waves on the lake that day were cresting at over 6' laddie! And I saw your starboard mizzen forestay dragging behind your barkie.

[smackdaddy]

Originally Posted by radioguy

Wow, what a day. Went out on the lake and the crested waves were at 4 feet. I slooped the 27 ft skooner around the jib bay and hoisted the boom to the mast stanchion. I wasn't paying attention and the jib furlaped over the master into the keel! After the keel relaxed the luffer got jibbed around the skegway. I ran stern and then hulled to the portboard side and jibbed the hullsail to the shroud lackey. I couldn't believe my eyes when everything was done and the stays were perplexed onto the jib bimini roof cleat!

Woah, woah, woah...I call BS on this one. There's no such thing as a "shroud lackey".

[CalebD]

Best to pull your skeg over your bimini roof anyways and bowse yer dodger to the helm's a lee. Skiddin' and slidin' over the waves you'll go like the owl and the Pussycat in their pea green boat.

I

The Owl and the *****-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely *****! O ***** my love,
What a beautiful ***** you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful ***** you are!'


II

***** said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.


III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.


***** sometimes = cat or feline

[radioguy]

Originally Posted by smackdaddy

Woah, woah, woah...I call BS on this one. There's no such thing as a "shroud lackey".

Sure there is! You just full heave into the leeward jibe!