Of Knots and Lashings

An old retired sailor went down to the dock for old times sake. While is was there, he hired a prostitute and took her up to a room. He went at it as best as he could for a guy his age. After a couple of minutes he asked, “How am I doing?”

The prostitute replied, “Well sailor, you’re doing about three knots.”

“Three knots?” He asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She said, “You’re knot hard, you’re knot in, and you’re knot getting your money back.”

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