What do you do with a drunken sailor

Sep 15, 2005 at 05:28 o\clock

Well knock me down with a tankard!!

Well knock me down with a tankard!! I just had a brilliant weekend!!

However, it did raise an interesting question.

 

When is cutting some ones lunch ok??

 

Now for the un-initiated to “Cut some ones lunch” is to move in or proposition another mans potential conquest! Yes all very politically incorrect but in a nutshell true.

 

It’s a common enough practice, in the places I frequent. To have a stab at all and sundry. I mean as the ale starts to flow, the damsels and wenches, start looking better and better. So it’s not unusual for a girl to have a veritable bevy of suitors, all in it for a chance to woo said strumpet.

 

Now my understanding is that all’s fair in love and war. And various suitors engage in all sorts of tactics to, out do the other. Like “Hey I’ve got money” or “Yep I can bench press 350” all good stuff and it works for some. Me I prefer the “Ever slept with a pirate?” approach. Direct and to the point. Mind you this can lead me and others I’m sure, into all kinds of trouble.

 

Such as the dreaded “Lunch cutting”.

 

Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe that a “Lunch cut” can only occur amongst mates. I mean if you out manoeuvre a total stranger well hey! Victory to the most persevering! But there is the code….keep to the code, me hearties! And that seems to imply that if one of your mates is on the make. You as the good mate should drink up and move on. Leaving your mate to hoist the Jolly Roger or go down with the ship!

 

On the night in question I was in fine form and I might say every bit the drunken sailor! I got separated from my mates and upon my return I noted a damsel who caught my eye. So straightening my back, and puffing out my chest, I went to see what she’d like for breakfast!

 

Now little did I know that my mate was at the bar and had been “working”. And bar’s being as they are; it took him some time to return. During which I secured a grand stand seat and was well on my way to bacon and eggs. As you can imagine my mate was horrified at what had just occurred!! “I already got her number” he hiss’s. “Great give it to me” I said.

 

Well the rest as they say is history and I have since withdrawn from that field of combat…but I ask you. Did a “Lunch Cutting” occur?

 

I like to think that I was well within the code and anyway their sorta just guidelines anyway!!!!!

 

 

Raising the main sail,

 

The Heart Break Kid

Sep 8, 2005 at 06:35 o\clock

A drunken invitation

Welcome one and all to the drunken sailor!

 

A site dedicated to solving the world’s problems or creating new ones. Just like the sort of stuff you do when your drunk and swaying like a sailor!

 

Hence the name.

 

It should be said that I aspire to be a sailor and have been described as acting like Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl fame.

All Crazy eyes and weird antics.

 

I even have my own ship!! Well I have a dream!

Take a look at this beauty :)

 

 

Let the rambling’s begin.