The Rhyde of the Ancient Mariner

An ancient seaman by the name of Morgan, on the beach for many years, dons his old uniform and heads for the docks one last time to pay his final respects to Neptune.

At a public bar, he soon engages a professional woman who is not destined for a corporate VP slot and follows her ample lead up the stairwell to the short time facility in what appears to be the port's least fashionable hotel.

In due course, he's progressing as well as he can, given the fact he is 82 years old. But in need of reassurance despite the massive 500mg dose of sildenafil citrate he skolled while barely making it up the stairwell, he inquires of his interlocutor: "Hey, baby, how am I doing?"

The pudendic practioner replies: "Well, old timer, you're doing right around three knots."

"Three knots?' he asks, introducing a sudden hiatus into the proceedings. "Isn't that a little slow?"

"Well, let me put it to you, as it were, another way, Admiral. You're knot hard, you're knot in...and you're knot getting a refund."

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