Hey guys! The name’s Ishmael.
Here in NYC, there are a lot of dudes standing around staring out at the sea. None of them are sailors, but there they are staring at the sea. I don’t find this to be odd, do you?
I’m going to sea. I’m a doer not a starer. BOOM. Ishmael = Awesome.
But here are the jobs I won’t do on a boat:
- Any other “C” words
- Passenger (Ishmael be broke, mofos! Plus passengers always get sea-sick, which is gross.)
So I’ll be riding as a simple sailor, where bitches be payin’ ME, yet refrain from placing a whole lot of responsibility on my shoulders. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.
P.S. If all the world’s a variety show, here’s how I think the bill would run:
- “Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States”
- “WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL”
- “Bloody Battle in Afghanistan”
BOOM. Ishmael = Awesome.