Made Me A Sammich

Made Me A Sammich
Our skipper, Mr. Personality, keeps his crew because his sweet and lovely wife feeds us from her kitchen.
The theory is similar to the story about the child so ugly, someone had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get the dog to play with you.
That, and the fact that he puts up with us, and that together, we win more races than we lose. He's pretty generous with the top shelf grog, too.
No races today, because not enough wind.
Nope. Flat bread sammich. We have cookies, too, though.
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