owlrigh

I was aboard my family's catamaran, helping my brother scrub the deck, when I looked over at my yacht dead on from the bow.

"Oh my god!" said I. "I'm listing!"

"I noticed that a while ago," said Damien, not even looking up from his scrubbing.

"Listing to starboard! I told Phil that I thought I was, that all the storage was to starboard and not enough on the port. What does he say? 'Oh, the fridge and stuff will even it out.' Hah! What baloney!"

( Rubbish indeed! )