The 37th Random Long TPBM Exposure Noise/Chat Thread

Woolburr wrote in post #10299492
The first one wasn't bad....spent many hours cruising the lakes and canals on that. Not a bad way to kill a weekend or three.

short5 wrote in post #10298958
Read back, we did this, it only appears upside down. The ship is fine, you can take that big orange life preserver off.

puddlepirate44 wrote in post #10299083
Parental contract:

The following is a contractual agreement between the parental units (heretofore called, "Parents") and their offspring (heretofore called, "Spawn" or whatever else I feel like calling them). This agreement, once signed, is binding yet amendable. Procedures for amending this contract will be discussed below.

Duties of the Parents:

Whatever they feel like.

Duties of the Spawn:

Whatever the Parents DON'T feel like.
Whatever the Parents deem to be "character building" for the Spawn.
Whatever the Parents deem as their entertainment for the Spawn to perform.

Expectations:

Parents: To provide the basic necessities of life. Shelter, food and clothing.
Shelter would mean: Not in the rain.
Food would mean: Whatever was made for dinner.
Clothing would mean: That which keeps you dry, modestly attired and safely shod.

Shelter would NOT mean: any car you want to stay out of the rain.
Food would NOT mean: whatever your incredible metabolism can handle
Clothing would NOT mean: clothes that are guaranteed to make you cool, or fall off your body whenever the wind speeds exceed a half a knot, or make you look like a tramp. If a Parent has a choice between shoes that cost $20 or shoes that some overpaid, felonious basketball player endorses that cost over $50, the Spawn be wearing new shoes and the Parent will be pocketing the extra $30.

The Parents will address NEEDS first, not WANTS. It will behoove the Spawn to understand the difference as soon as possible.

Spawn: Whatever. The Parent. Says. Until you pay for everything in the house, this is not negotiable.

Specific Items:

Dad: You will be expected to know everything. Once you actually start knowing everything, then everyone will suddenly not want to know it.

Mom: You will work harder, and longer, than anyone else. You will worry over everything. You will make sure every single thing is just "so". In exchange, we will set aside a Sunday morning in May where the rest of the family will attempt to make a breakfast that you will have to clean up later.

Son: You will be expected to make your Parents worry about what the heck is going on in your brain. Don't worry, this will come naturally.

Daughter: Ever see those jewels that are locked up in some well guarded tower? Beautiful, yet never to be seen or touched? Protected jealously? Yeah, that's you. Get used to it.

Environment: It is everyone's job to turn up the heat. It is the Dad's job to turn it back down and pass out sweaters to the Heat Leeches in the house.

Punishment: The phrase, "I brought you into this world, I will take you out" was never meant to be funny.

Amendment Policy: This contract may be amended whenever one or both of the Parents feel like it. It's just that easy. Conversely, the Spawn will recite this contract every Saturday evening without fail.

misspix wrote in post #10299555
*offers sour cream and onion popcorn*

puddlepirate44 wrote in post #10299543
there are times when I really, really miss being out on the water.

misspix wrote in post #10299555
*offers sour cream and onion popcorn*

misspix wrote in post #10299578
Don't let Zane see you he has 'issues' with good popcorn.

misspix wrote in post #10299578
Don't let Zane see you he has 'issues' with good popcorn.

misspix wrote in post #10299582
Cool that you are going to see a cousin not seen in a while!

short5 wrote in post #10299627

That stuff come in a box or something?

I will share my cherries with everyone but don't get that "popcorn" powder on them.

:p

Becky N wrote in post #10299629
He don't scare me...he isn't carrying mace is he.

They grew up in California, never met them at all until I was 11, I think. Probably could count on my fingers the number of times we have really been together. There are 3 sisters, the youngest is my age the other two older. The one my age...kind of weird, never made a connection. The other 2 all of us just fall into conversation, relax mode...kwim?

Woolburr wrote in post #10299599
I love sleeping on small boats...but I don't like trying to walk on dry land immediately after waking up....

Becky N wrote in post #10299656
They're here. Talk at you all tomorrow.

G'Nite.

misspix wrote in post #10299657
Boxed popcorn is as bad as frozen pizza

puddlepirate44 wrote in post #10299669
Being rocked to sleep by the Pacific. The little creaks of the ship slowly wallowing. The air, so fresh and clean, that after you've been breathing it for a few weeks, you can actually smell land before you see it. Unobstructed sunrises and sets. Night skies that come alive with more stars you can imagine and have it so clear you can watch satellites make their way across the heavens. Seeing where storms are born. Being kept company by innumerable dolphin. Having curious whales come up and bump the ship. Luminescent plankton charging the ship's wake with a bright green glow. The soothing hushing sound of the seas as they part across the bows.

Guh. I'm homesick.

short5 wrote in post #10299673
Night Sarge, have a good visit.

Ouch baby, very ouch I just ate one