MEMOIRES OF A FLAMING SKIPPER
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I lie in my bunk at night dreaming of a man in red swim trunks running on a beach surround by blonde haired bimbos who save drowning victims. Perhaps I should make a TV show about him sometime.
KNOCK KNOCK...
EHEM! WHO IS IT?
Sir, it's me Seaman Hasselhoff, you wanted to see me?
OH YES!! WHY WERE YOU LATE FOR YOUR WATCH SEAMAN?
I'm sorry Sir, I lost track of time, it won't happen again!
'Perhaps I should go easy on him, after all I love his dreamy little name - Hasselhoff'
RIGHT, I'M SURE YOU'RE SORRY, AND YOU WON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN! YOU ARE EXCUSED FOR NOW SEAMAN, RETURN TO YOUR DUTIES!
Yes Sir and thank you Sir!
Dear Diary,
Tonight I met the most gorgeous crewmember onboard the U-boat. His body was so lean and his butt was so tight as he talked to me this evening. I let him go without punishment for being late on his watch, but I think I will make him paint the entire U-boat pink in the morning. Perhaps I should fall overboard and act as though I am drowning and see if he would give me mouth to mouth resuscitation? Anyways, Good Night Diary.
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