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An act of making love to some ones old sea ridden bones.
Said when a mistake is made or when someone tells you some shocking news.
"well Fuck my old sea bones"
"I didn't just.... AH fuck my old sea bones"
the act of dropping the kids of at the sea side is to have a good ole' shit, and because everything that the porcelain got eats ends in the sea the term "drop the kids off at the sea side" comes into effect.
oh man i really need to drop the kids off at the sea side!
dude1: hey where you running off to?
dude2: i gotta drop the kids off at the sea side mate.
dude1: ohhhh got ya, dont be late!
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Sapphire: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Jayden: Nobody cares
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(verb): to choose between two alternative options, but none of which suit your immediate purposes in life or none of whose consequences are very pleasant for you, at least atm
mother: Daniel I found out yesterday you are doing pot. I won't stand for it to have a marijuana smoker and high school drop out in my house. Now choose between the devil and the deep blue sea. Either you go to night class to make something out of yourself or you can move the hell out of my house onto welfare. Your choice; now the ball is in your half court
Daniel: whenever I have chosen my path, I'll come and talk to you.
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If your girl's on her period, who cares, just fuck her.
Hey man, I want to fuck my girlfriend tonight but it's her period and it'll be a bloody mess.
- cmon dude, a good pirate also sails on the red sea.
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Bro look at the 5th graders going to sea world. What fucking spoiled bitches!
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At sea a problem can accelerate into a crisis at a rate proportional to the conditions
An example of Beare's Law of Accelerating Catastrophe at Sea - BLAC.
Imagine you are at sea and sailing along nicely a few miles off the coast of Corsica. You have the Genoa poled out and are running downwind. You are single handed. You pop down below to make yourself a cup of tea. Everything is fine. All of a sudden the wind shifts and you gybe. The pole slams across the forestay bent; the genoa is backed and the pole is trapped under the sail. As the boat lurches you are scolded with coffee. You rush on deck to sea the wind picking up and the boat floundering.
You are confident you will soon bring things under control. However, the wind is gusting alarmingly. A squawl from the hills. You cannot get the whisker pole off to furl the sail. You look up and in horror you see a ship coming at you dead ahead. The wind gusts and the boat is knocked down. You slip and land hard on deck bruising your arm.
And so it accumulates as you experience Beare's Law of Accelerating Catastrophe at Sea - BLAC.
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