“A large family named Barkho had picked on Aussies.” The family was kicked off.
Sounds like a bunch of drunk losers with violent genes. Just place them is a separate boat with a slow leak.
Perps were targeting Aussies, maybe the were moose limbs.
I went on a theme cruise once.
They have jazz cruises and cooking cruises and yoga cruises.
I was on the Learn How To Mime Cruise.
I thought it was Learn How To Mine Cruise.
2000 jackasses running around wearing cold cream and black leotards pretending they were pulling on an invisible rope.
Having spent a little time in Australia I know. They like to fight.
There I was with a shovel and a pan and they kept grabbing the pan and pretending it was a steering wheel like they were driving a car.
I hit em with my shovel.
I hit a boatload of em with my shovel.
I lined up 13 of em with different sized heads and played the William Tell Overture on their heads with my shovel.
It was so beautiful that it made the Captain cry.
A bunch of those mimes was up on the promenade deck doing some kind of Mime training that looked pretty filthy to me.
It was like they was all in boxes and couldn’t get out.
So I helped them escape from those invisible boxes.
That’s right.
Knocked em on the head with my shovel.
After I freed the first two, the rest of em seemed to have figured out a way to get out of them boxes.
Some of em had on those little black hats.
Well, that made for a perfect game.
I hit em in the head to knock their little black hats off for distance and accuracy.
I knocked one hat into the chocolate fountain.
That’s harder to do than you might think.
A floating Chucky Cheese.
Well, the mimes cleared off the decks faster than the lobster disappeared off the plates on lobster night.
It was just me and Professor Mime or whoever the heck they have teaching them.
He must have been a black belt in Mime Kwon Do or something because he squared off with me and kicked me in the nuggets.
Good thing I had a bag of em or he’d have got me in the jewels.
I had a bag of them, too.
I hit him in the head with my shovel so hard that his little black hat (what the heck are those things called, Fedoras?) sailed right into the ocean and the naturalist damn near tipped the boat over by telling everyone it was a whale.
You would think people had never seen a whale before.
I climbed up on the safety rail holding my shovel over my head and started screaming,
“I smite you with this harpoon oh great beast of the Sea!”
Hit that hat straight on.
The naturalist keeled over.
Five or six of the mimes threw up.
I looked around all wild eyed and said,
“Jacques Cousteau showed me how to do that!”
Not that I really needed another reason not to go on a cruise but thanks for giving me an additional one anyway.
JoMa
Pretty sure I can guess what COLOR this “large family group” is!! No pics proves it!
It seems that most Carnival patrons choose this line because the beer, wine and liquor flow like water and their main purpose for the cruise is to get and stay as drunk as possible. An illustrative anecdote: my in-laws wintered in Florida and would sometimes take cruises at the last minute since the lines offer deep discounts when the ship is not fully booked and you can get really good deals. So they got one of Carnival. A four nighter to the Bahamas out of Ft. Lauderdale. Shortly after they boarded, my father in law was talking to one of the crew about all the cases of Budweiser they were taking on. My father in law calculated that it amounted to several cases per passenger. A hour or two after the ship left port, several puking drunk rednecks attired in wife-beaters and covered with tats thought it would be cool to put some bottles of liquid dish washing detergent into the poll and the hot tubs. There were bubbles everywhere and the pool and hot tubs were closed for the entire cruise since it took that long to flush the detergent from all the lines and filters. We’ve never taken a Carnival cruise and never will.