Jimmy: So in the first two races, they jumped out into the lead at the first mark.
Russell: And what happened?
Jimmy: Well, they kinda kicked our arses. But thats ok, cos in the third race we won the start.
Russell: Well awesome! So how'd that work out?
Jimmy: Not as good as you'd hope, they kicked our arse again.
Russell: Fuck you little convict, you ever do anything right?
Jimmy: Hell yeah! In the fourth race we got the lead at the first mark and just sailed away to victory! Fuck my dick looks BIG in this outfit.
Russell: Sailed away? By how much?
Jimmy: 8 awesome fucking seconds! Boooyah!
Russell: Sailed away? 8 seconds? Ummmm, what? Doesn't sound like sailing away to me Jimbo.
Jimmy: Sure it was, only thing is that they had a problem with their wing and maybe we kina....errrr....well, at least we won, right?
Russell: So how'd race five go?
Jimmy: My fucking start was awesome and we dominated all the way down the 2nd leg! Yahhooooey!
Russell: And then?
Jimmy: And then they lifted their anchor and made like Gorillas by disappearing into the mist. And well, fuck me. Not sure what to do Russ.
Russell: Call it quits for the day, go home with some cookies and warm milk and play a nice friendly game of Monopoly?
Jimmy: *sniff* sounds good. Lets not tell Larry, ok?
Russell: Might be too late, just got a text from him with only two words in it: "Hari Kari"