The banner drawing with the boys on the iceberg. Priceless. I seem to recall seeing the same look in your eyes once or twice.
Iceberg? The same look in my eyes? Ah, yes, you speak of the time I was on the bow of the Titanic, I believe. Interesting story that. There I was on the forward deck of the mighty ship, my arms wrapped firmly around the waist of the most exquisite red head I’d ever laid eyes on, the cold Northern wind flying in our faces, when someone yelled, “Don’t you boys see that iceberg?”, my eyes grew like saucers, I pushed the crimson haired coxswain overboard and sounded the alarm… I’m sorry what was the comment?
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The banner drawing with the boys on the iceberg. Priceless. I seem to recall seeing the same look in your eyes once or twice.
Iceberg? The same look in my eyes? Ah, yes, you speak of the time I was on the bow of the Titanic, I believe. Interesting story that. There I was on the forward deck of the mighty ship, my arms wrapped firmly around the waist of the most exquisite red head I’d ever laid eyes on, the cold Northern wind flying in our faces, when someone yelled, “Don’t you boys see that iceberg?”, my eyes grew like saucers, I pushed the crimson haired coxswain overboard and sounded the alarm… I’m sorry what was the comment?