GAME: Fortunately, Unfortunately Thread
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Fortunately, I don't have to have either punishment inflicted on me, though I'm not sure that I wouldn't prefer keelhauling to kissing the bo'sun's daughter. It involves being stretched over the cannon mounts and walloped within an inch of your life. Ouch. Usually reserved for the younger set. Like a spanking to the 10th power. I don't really know why they called it kissing the bos'un's daughter.
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Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
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Fortunately, the world, at least the world we live in, has moved past those awful punishments. You're probably right about the origin. I'll have to see if I can hunt it up on the net. I heard about it while watching a The Caine Mutiny, I think. maybe it was Mutiny on the Bounty. I know the Captain took this young boy by the ear and said, "And you, sir, shall kiss the bos'un's daughter." Then, they whaled the tar outta him. Poor kid. he looked like he was about 12.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Fortunately, neither you nor I will have to go through it. Though I did get whacked with a switch a few times in my misspent youth. Not as bad as kissing the bos'un's daughter, but not good either.
(I'm not saying I didn't deserve it, mind you. I was told again and again not to climb up the windmill, but I did it anyway. More than once. Was I stupid? Must be so.)


(I'm not saying I didn't deserve it, mind you. I was told again and again not to climb up the windmill, but I did it anyway. More than once. Was I stupid? Must be so.)
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Climbing the windmill was great! You could see for miles. Sitting up there for an hour and a half, hoping my mom and dad, who were pacing below with switches, would get sick of waiting for me to come down so they could whack me with them, was not so great.
Fortunately, they were often gone, mom to work and dad to the field, and I could climb the windmill with impunity. Bah ha ha.
Fortunately, they were often gone, mom to work and dad to the field, and I could climb the windmill with impunity. Bah ha ha.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
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Fortunately, you're still young and have your best climbing days yet ahead of you.
Just be careful when you do. And pick a sturdy windmill--though grain legs are fun too. And usually safer. Just be sure you are sober when you climb them.
Just be careful when you do. And pick a sturdy windmill--though grain legs are fun too. And usually safer. Just be sure you are sober when you climb them.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Pirate Queen ChoChiyo wrote:Fortunately, you're still young and have your best climbing days yet ahead of you.
Just be careful when you do. And pick a sturdy windmill--though grain legs are fun too. And usually safer. Just be sure you are sober when you climb them.
Remember, I've injured myself multiple times before? My shoulder's twitching right now just from moving my computer.
Thanks for the advice, I don't think I'll climb a windmill when I'm drunk though
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UNFORTUNATELY, you forgot to say unfortunately, so now I'm worried you will forget to stay sober while climbing tall objects.Hunter B. The Pirate King wrote:Pirate Queen ChoChiyo wrote:Fortunately, you're still young and have your best climbing days yet ahead of you.
Just be careful when you do. And pick a sturdy windmill--though grain legs are fun too. And usually safer. Just be sure you are sober when you climb them.
Remember, I've injured myself multiple times before? My shoulder's twitching right now just from moving my computer.
Thanks for the advice, I don't think I'll climb a windmill when I'm drunk though
sigh.
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Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
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Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Unfotunately, I have already put my head in a vise and squished it back to more acceptable proportions. It's a little flatter, but it now fits through the door.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
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Unfortunately, I have to prepare my house to be seen by people who may (probably do) want to buy it. So I may not be able to play as enthusiastically as usual. Sniff.
I am a poor, wayfaring stranger
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go
Wandering through this world of woe
But there's no sickness, no fear or danger
In that bright land
To which I go