I recently had the chance to go sailing with a friend. They say money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you a yacht where you can hide your tears in stylish comfort. I remember a line I used to say back when I was doing a lot of sailing. “It’s okay if you don’t like sailing. It’s kind of a smart person sport anyway.” But my time on the water got me thinking about boats, etc. Here are some funny thoughts along that line.
How
many boaters does it take to change a lightbulb?
None,
because the right size bulb isn’t on board, the local marine-supply store
doesn’t carry that brand, and the mail-order house has them on back-order.
What
is the difference between a wealthy person and someone who is really rich?
The
haves and the have yachts.
What's with the sudden influx of Killer Whale attacks on boats?
Seems Orcastrated
I'm
not really a big fan of boat puns
But
frigate
I'm
outfitting my boat for sport fishing.
Ship
just got reels.
Got
dumped because she said I was obsessed with boat puns
Canoe
believe that?
In
olden times, seagoing vessels were much more fuel efficient. They got thousands
of miles to the galleon.
How
did the pirate afford such a big boat?
It
was on sail.
How
much does it cost a pirate to get his ears pierced?
Buck
an ear
Why
did the Pirate give his ship a coat of paint?
Its
timbers were shivering.
Where
did Captain Hook buy his hook?
At
a second hand store
A
ship’s captain is a sails manager.
I
hate it when I have to moor the boat and everyone at the dock keeps staring at
me.
I’m
under…a lot of pier pressure.
A
girl I wanted to date said I had the face like the back of a boat.
I
didn’t reply, but I gave her a stern look.
The
dyslectic devil worshipping man just got a new motorboat.
He
christened it Sail Hatin'
A
student asks his sailing instructor, “What’s a bar?”
He replied, “In
the water it’s a low-lying navigational hazard, usually awash, found at river
mouths and harbor entrances, usually composed of sand or mud. Ashore it is made of mahogany or some other
dark wood. Sailors can be found in large numbers around both.”
Boat
rental manager over loudspeaker: “Boat number 81, your two-hour rental period
is up, please return to the dock.”
Boat
rental intern to manager: ”Uh, sir, we only have 40 boats.”
Boat rental manager over loudspeaker: “Boat number 18, do you require
assistance?”
A pair of
a novice sailors’ best friend died and in his will he specified that he wanted
them to bury him at sea.
So,
the pair set out from shore in a rowboat with the body. They had rowed out
a little way when one got out of the boat and stood chest deep in water.
“We
need to go out further,” he told the other. So, they rowed out another fifty
yards, and the same sailor jumped out again to find the water reached his chin.
“We
need to go out further,” he said again.
About
150 yards from shore, he jumped out of the rowboat again and disappeared
under water. After five minutes, he reappeared coughing and spluttering
and said to the other: “That’s far enough; hand me the shovel.”
A
woman was nearing the end of her tether – every night her husband was snored so
loudly that it kept her awake.
She
decided to call the family doctor to see if there was anything that could be
done to relieve her nightly suffering.
“Well,
there is one operation I can perform that will cure your husband of his snoring,”
said the doctor, “but I must warn you that it is rather expensive. It
will cost you a deposit of $15,000, and payments of 41,000 for 48 months, as
well as money for extras.”
“Good
grief!” exclaimed the woman. “That sounds like I’m buying a yacht!”
“Hmm,”
the doctor murmured, “too obvious, huh?
Finally
an off-topic joke to end this madness.
A
man crossed the border each morning on a donkey.
And each day, his donkey is loaded with only bags of straw. When he reached the
bridge marking the border, the tax collectors searched his bags to calculate
what duty he must pay on his exports. Every day, they find nothing. And yet, in
the evening, after their shift has finished and they are in the tea houses or
restaurants in the city, they see the same man spending money and boasting that
he is a smuggler and that no one can catch him.
Every day, incensed at his bold claims, the tax collectors obsessively searched
his bags of straw. They sifted the straw, cut it into pieces, ripped open the
fabric of his bags, checked his hat, his beard and even cut open his shoes in
the hope of finding coins between the leather. And yet, each evening, he is
seen back in the city growing ever more prosperous, even offering to pay for
the tax collectors’ meals while continuing to hint at his wily smuggling. The
tax collectors continue their futile inspections of the straw bags for years to
no avail.
This continues until the smuggler moved away to another city and settled down
to enjoy his wealth. Years pass and one day, in the market, one of the retired
tax collectors meets his old foe and asks,
“Mister, many years have passed: I am no longer a tax collector, and we are
just two old men. Please, you can tell me, what was it you were smuggling all
that time?”
The smuggler replied, “Donkeys.”