Well, we didn’t like our past Starpom on the steam, we didn’t like it and all here.
True, there was something. He was too young, lazy, excessive
professionalism did not suffer, because of which all kinds of
various difficulties, and in case he could also substitute his neighbor, so that
A stroke from the sedimentary nerve. Usually it was second.
The assistant, that is to say, I, the others, also really fell apart.
One of his first characteristics, which I heard when I came on a steamer,
It was the “P.D.B.”
Yes, to eat he loved, which markedly affected the figure, to his 30s
Over the years, the workplace in the abdomen has been fully developed.
disproportionate to the rest of the body, so that the word "weaver"
explained very simply.
However, he was not always lazy, periodically he was cursed.
Conscience and found attacks of crippling activity. The trolls will decide.
to move, the wire will break, then the trunk will help clean, the spade will break.
Sometimes at night even used to take the rain on board, not much as the fingers.
Trap stumbled, and in the ice water blinked... operation on his
Rescue, until recently, was the brightest spot in the uniform.
the life of our steam, but he did not stop at the achieved, so...
So, while parking in one of the Turkish ports, he was attacked again.
Attack of malice. I went to the deck to smoke and found it.
The most adulterous painting – from a ballast tank, torched by the ass
the star, and the sailor hardly held him by his legs, while the star
He wept desperately, and the sailor did not know what to do, whether to roast or not.
The hysteria.
It turns out that it is unclear why he walked into the tank with a lamp, and their
He asked to hold his legs and as it turned out not in vain, here, or the steam.
He stumbled, or something else, but the hand with which he held, jumped and
The start of the belt failed inside Yale held, saved what is narrow,
And the mole is thorough, shorter, stuck in our star, neither there nor here.
The situation is pathetic, it is impossible to push inside, the height is five meters, and
Ballast 80 centimeters, and who knows why he is on the road
Could get stuck. It also doesn’t pull out, it sits tight, and
Take it all for nothing - the pants slip, and the shirt breaks, and the people.
Everyone is on the shore and no one knows when they will return.
First I ran into the basement and asked the mechanic to pump water into the tank.
They will suddenly fall. After the second mechanic recovered from
With hysterical attacks, we gathered for a consilium. There were many proposals,
For example, to build a large stall... Finally stopped on the idea
with the crane.
It is worth noting that the Turkish cranberries in English, did not understand better,
I am in Turkish. At first he asked for 50 bucks, but when he realized
He rejected the situation and refused the money.
Eventually everyone gathered, laughed, and the spectators took their seats in the hall.
by an inhuman effort of will brought himself into a working state,
Everything seemed ready to rise.
...and here, long ago silenced by the star, again showed signs of life –
He desperately swallowed his buttocks and began to publish some
non-member sound, working environment as with the hand removed, crane
Almost fell out of the crane again, but we were no longer laughing, alive
A man, it is a pity. Starp continued to vibrate and on some
by the sounds, as well as by the splashes of water, we finally guessed that so far,
Yes, the tank is filled with water and it is already approaching the starpom’s throat.
The mechanic ran to turn off the pump, and we, by means of a cotton ass,
explained to the starp that its vibration excessively excites the crane, and
In an agitated state, the crane is unable to work.
Finally, everyone gathered with thoughts, the cranker humbled and cautiously
He pulled up, pulled out this miracle, scratching his stomach out of the luke.
He started turning for landing... and there we saw the captain...
I don't know what the captain was thinking at the time, but he smoked the filter,
It was long and I didn’t even notice...
And the spectacle was stunning – hanging with a starch down his head, swinging, all
wet, stomach in blood, face red, eyes dull.
Finally the captain’s speech returned:
“Well, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys, you guys.
Forget the shit, I’m writing all the stuff.
At the end of the day, he managed to cope with another attack of laughter and
He landed on the cover of the trum.
By that time, the port cargoes were rising out of the trumps and scared.
The faces were observed, as it was later revealed,
Someone told the truckers that the Russians were punished in this way.
The guilty...
A horse in a hat