Backstory: My girlfriend broke up with me one week before we we're both supposed to go on a longboating journey. Yeah, that sucked, I was depressed and stuff.

Story: Leave on the trip, still trying to fix things. Doesn't work, so I get megasad. Then about 4 days into the trip a little mark appeared on her neck. It was a hickey, and her exboyfriend gave it too her. Made it so easy to get over her fast. Yep.

Summary: Highschool girls are ****ing insane.

Maybe the mark could have been from another cuddle pile...

P.S. second night back at college, woooh....

not a cuddle pile, someone saw them making out in the middle of the night. It was a total rebound thing. Anyway, now my friends and I have the joy of being able to simply scratch our necks and burst out laughing>__>

There was nothing crazy about this story. In fact it was boring teen drama.

I want my minute back. Give me my goddamn minute back.

Fixed.

that story was a paragraph of whiney emo, thread didnt deliver, i want crazy boat stories.

Was this before or after you slept with her 9 year old sister?

Whoops. I'm using speech recognition, and now my roommate is looking at me very weirdly.

Well, actually, her little sister kept wanting to sleep next to me, but I didn't let that happen. I guess I fail as a pedophile.

.... That wasn't a crazy boat story. That was a stupid and immature teenage angst story.

Thread did not deliver.

Well, it was crazy from my perspective.

We also had to row for 13 hours one day because longboats are really slow and currents are really not slow.

And we ran out of food and water because of bad leadership.

well write a story instead of some gay *** emo blogging shopping list itinerary.

"This one time I was out with my friends on a boat. And this guy on the boat was like 'Come to the back of the boat!'"

here is my boat story

we got on the boat and the boat sailed and then we got off the boat

THE END!

Alright. I'll write it out with more detail then.

August 24th. I woke up at 7 AM, with little sleep the night before. I had been up thinking about what this next week would be like. My girlfriend Anne had broken up with me one week before. We were both signed up to go on a one week trip to the San Juan Islands in a 26 foot longboat.

Longboats are not your average sailboat, these things can hold 14 people, and gear for extended voyages. They are entirely open, with no cabin of any sort. Eight people rowing, 2 navigators, a bow watch, and a coxswain crew the boat. Cruising speed is about 2 knots, or approximately the speed that your grandmother walks. All your gear goes into a small rubber drybag that gets stuffed under a thwart, and all food and water goes in the bilge.

Back to Friday. I pick up a friend on the way to the Wooden Boat Foundation. We chat a bit about what the trip would end up being like, and how I would cope with Anne. Got to the boat early, then realized I had forgotten my watch at home, so I drove back and grabbed it (30 minute round trip>__>).

Fast forwarding through the boring prep stuff, we all loaded into a 15 person passenger van towing the boat. I was sitting towards the front, and Anne towards the back. We kept looking at each other, and smiling. I thought she was starting to want me back. I could not have been more wrong.

The next few days were spent rowing from place to place. What little downtime I had I would spend sitting somewhere staring into the void and thinking. Leaders and friends alike were talking to me, trying to help me through my problems. Eventually I talked to Anne, and discovered that she did not want me back at all. I tried to find out why she broke up with me. Apparently she couldn't tell me till we got home from the trip. This really helped me with moving on and giving up on her. Little did I know how much better it would get.

The next morning we got into the boat, and I was rowing. Anne was coxswain. She looked off to her left, and a great big hickey revealed itself. My first reaction was to turn around, poke my friend, and tell him to check out Anne's neck. The rest of the day was spent making jokes behind her back, and just general happyness. Unfortunantly this also caused the trip to go all to hell because Anne's mom was the leader of the trip. I might write more later if people are interested, but basicly we started running out of food and water and we got pushed to our physical limits. Fun stuff. Now I'm home and about to go clean out the boat, and ask Anne how she likes being a slut. >___>

more about awesome longboats and less whiney emo bull**** about some girl nobody cares about

Ok, we did stuff like this:

Longboats are pretty much the manliest form of boating available. No engines or anything, just pure human power. Even the sails are highly unefficient and a total pain in the *** to tack. Everything is designed to use as many people as possible. So totally awesome.

You were all wearing Sweden.

Longboats suck.

****ing scandanavians. The best thing to do with a longboat is have a Viking funeral.

was your boat also a silly hat cru?

These longboats are based on the lifeboats used by Vancouver when he explored Puget Sound and the surrounding areas. Not related to vikings at all.

So, you just sleep in each other's laps?

I want to burn it anyway.

Wait, the hickey isn't from you? So you're making fun of her because she's getting more action than you? What?

Sleeping everyone in the boat is really squishy, but doable.

I'm making fun of her because its a whole lot nicer then getting depressed about it.

So what you're saying is that not only are you actually depressed you're a little... green?

On the positive side of things I can wear deodorant again.

But you won't.

You like being smelly and looking like a human potato.

I read this as,



Thread was almost going to deliver.

And here I was hoping I was gonna get a real Magnum PI game.

Me too.

SCREW YOU TRACER.

Can we ban tracer for ruining my and Boco's dreams?

You can't ban me - I QUIT THE INTERNET!

my boat made from robotic dinosaurs would like to have a word with you