Wow, thunderstorms are so cool. Me and George were hanging out on his boat, and all of a sudden one came up. He was all, "Tighten the yardarm", and all of that junk. I was like, "My yard arm stays in my pants, buddy." It was cool. He wanted some help steering the boat and I wanted to dig for buried treasure in my nose. We worked out an agreement. He would sink with the boat, and I would swim in the roaring ocean and daydream about Diane Lane. It was a pretty good deal.
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