R/C solar-powered sail boat project

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"keithdisco" <keithdisco@cwcom.net> wrote in message
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"Lewin A.R.W. Edwards" <larwe@larwe.com> wrote in message
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Consumption: 12.5 W). These fans will be placed in a way that
they
blow air at the sails, thus propelling the boat. I would like to
sail
this boat for 5 hours non-stop.

I'm reminded of the Good Ship Venus:

The first mate's name was Carter
He really was a farter
When the wind wouldn't blow and the ship wouldn't go
They got Carter the farter to start 'er.

Yous guys are weird..

The only one I can remember (from my dad) was:

Have you ever seen Sally McWhorter,
She pisses a mightiful stream;
She pisses a mile and a quarter,
And you can't see her ass for the steam!

 

[Bob Stephens]

On Thu, 12 Aug 2004 05:29:19 GMT, keithdisco wrote:

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'Twas on the good ship Venus
By God, you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a red hot penis
CHORUS
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There's fuck all else to do

Alternative Chorus
Friggin' in the riggin'
Wankin' on the plankin'
Masturbatin' on the gratin'
There's fuck all else to do

The captain of our lugger
He was a dirty bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one hold to another

CHORUS

The first mate's name was Morgan
He was a sexual gorgon
He'd stand on deck, a physical wreck
A-strummin' his upright organ

CHORUS

Now second mate O'Malley
He didn't dilly-dally
He shot his bolt with such a jolt
He whitewashed half the galley

CHORUS

The captain's wife was Mabel
She'd take what she was able
With the second mate she'd fornicate
Upon the galley table

The engineer was Andy
By God, he had a dandy
They nailed his balls upon the wall
For coming in the brandy

The cabin boy, the cabin boy
The dirty little nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper

The bo'sun's name was Crupper
By God, he had a whopper
Twice round the deck, thrice round his neck
And up his arse for a stopper

The third mate's name was Sandy
His tool was long and bandy
They stuffed his ass with molten brass
For pissin' in the brandy

The steward's name was Paul
He only had one ball
But with that cracker he rolled tobaccer
Around the cabin wall

The captain had a daughter
Who fell into the water
Contented squeals confirmed that eels
Had found her sexual quarter

The bo'sun's mate was Walker
By God, he was a corker
The dirty sod had been in quod
For dalliance with a porker

The OC navigation
Was keen on masturbation
He taught these joys to two small boys
And gave them constipation

The cook his name was Freeman
By God, he was a demon
He fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen

The ship's dog's name was Rover
The crew they'd roll him over
And bang his cock on every rock
From John O'Groats to Dover

The boatswain's mate was Lester
He was a hymen tester
Through hymens thick he shoved his prick
And left it there to fester

'Twas in the Adriatic
Where the water's almost static
The rise and fall of cock and ball
Was almost automatic

'Twas on the China station
By God, what a sensation
For they sunk the junk in a sea of spunk
Through mutual masturbation

So now we end this serial
Through sheer lack of material
I wish you luck, with every fuck
Free from disease venereal


"Lewin A.R.W. Edwards" <larwe@larwe.com> wrote in message
news:608b6569.0408080321.579a93a2@posting.google.com...
Consumption: 12.5 W). These fans will be placed in a way that they
blow air at the sails, thus propelling the boat. I would like to sail
this boat for 5 hours non-stop.

I'm reminded of the Good Ship Venus:

The first mate's name was Carter
He really was a farter
When the wind wouldn't blow and the ship wouldn't go
They got Carter the farter to start 'er.

two more from an old Oscar Brand record:

The steward's name was Andy
A comely lad and randy.
He used to cool his favorite tool
In a glass of the skipper's brandy.

The first mate's name was Davy.
Was cashiered from the Navy.
Born of a whore that was cast ashore
A son of a beach was he. ( I know it doesn't rhyme but I still like it)

Friggin, in the riggin ...

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