jhr
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You have gone for a weekend's sailing on your yacht, accompanied by a crew of strangers recruited from the darker reaches of the Internet.
One of the crew, who has been behaving oddly all weekend, suddenly announces that he is envious of your shining, hairless cranium and that, although he has a full head of hair himself, he believes that, were his foreskin to be removed, his willy would take on a similar look to your gleaming barnet. He tells you that, as Master of the Ship, he believes you have the authority to perform weddings, funerals and circumcisions.
He has just dropped his trousers and is gazing at you with an expectant look in his eyes and a Stanley knife in his hand.
What now, skipper?
One of the crew, who has been behaving oddly all weekend, suddenly announces that he is envious of your shining, hairless cranium and that, although he has a full head of hair himself, he believes that, were his foreskin to be removed, his willy would take on a similar look to your gleaming barnet. He tells you that, as Master of the Ship, he believes you have the authority to perform weddings, funerals and circumcisions.
He has just dropped his trousers and is gazing at you with an expectant look in his eyes and a Stanley knife in his hand.
What now, skipper?