She was a real poor sport.
They threw me off, er, I mean, tendered me off the ship near the next port.
She’s standing there, gloating that she got me in the box so I give her a little taste of the stick as I walk by and ask her,
“How you like that toothpick, Granny?”
So they throw me over the side.
No life preserver or nothing.
Good thing I was wearing my skates.