Trying to remember a bon mot I'm sure I've seen here.
Something like: On Judgment Day, standing before St Peter
with the book open to the page of your life...
time spent sailing your boat won't be counted against you.
So I'm thinking, along with Tony, what has that S.O.B. hauling
Cuba Libre
off to the landfill
to look forward to?
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Scrap lead is worth 15 cents a pound. So he ruined a couple
chainsaw blades gutting the poor Commander, plus the blood
he must have sweated, just to drop that half ton of ballast
out on the ground... for $375.
For we suffer fools gladly seeing we ourselves are wise.
Corinthians 11:19