
A kindly old crabbin' cap'n was willing to let me on his boat. This is a minute-by-minute account of my tenure on his intimidating fishing boat, The Kinky Mongoose.
8:04 AM: The Mongoose leaves port. I feel that this may be a worthwhile venture for my constitution. The sun rises red. I think I read somewhere that this is a good sign! Or maybe it was in The Goonies, I can't remember.
8:06 AM: The deck boss teaches me how to cut up cod for bait. I admire the deck boss. He reminds me of Jack Palance if Jack Palance wasn't so fucking creepy.
8:17 AM: I die thrashing from hypothermia after falling overboard into the icy, briny deep. My corpse will be picked clean by the wily creatures I sought to catch and eventually dip in butter. Surely my bones will bleach upon the shore of some Aleutian Island where an Inuit woman will use my pelvis to clean a caribou for her newborn son. Fucking bitch.
That's all I really have to say on the subject for right now. Tune in next time for...I don't know...more dick jokes?
by Jeff at Oklahoma State
by Shawn Dobbins at University of Wisconsin - La Crosse
by Andrew B. at Purdue
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