Tatoo and Sailing!
I got a tattoo, it's not a boat damnit! Its a tall ship for the eighteenth century trading on the east coast. Soon it will be a masterpiece! I will make sure of it! Then I went sailing to Catalina. Nothing new, just me being a wino and to many mixed drinks. Then on our sail back our outboard motor ran out of oil so we have to sail in about two knots of wind, and that was with our head sail up. After a few hours the wind shifted and we were cruising but we had left at around eleven and didn't get home till about five. One long as day. Not to mention since our motor was no more, pulling into a slip was to say the least impossible. Thanks to John (pretty much my godfather) we made it safely with as little casualties as possible. Now I'm burnt and this poor grammar and sentence structure will stop.