Don't Jus Sit There Waitin, Ain't Gonna Happen

I got my good ole digital and went to the rear end of the
fishing boat and askt Barbie iffin I could photograph her
dog with no hair and she said Matey as taken her a.m. nap.
Then The Captain and his buddy on the other boat decides
to move us to a more uptown location, so we pulled up and
untied them ropes and here we are at Sampson Cay. So youse
won't be seeing any pikture of Barbie and Matey unless they
have the poor taste to follow us here. Barbie's boat name
was "Terri's Sea Cret". For a minit though she meant Sucret.
Wonner what her sea-cret is anyway.

Also parked next to us at the former place was a sudden
arrival new neighbor from Pray, MT. Name of that boat was
"Evy's Angel II". Thought I had it made. Soon as they
stopped that big 58' tub they started their washing and ran
3 loads right quick, all the soap came our way. I hollered
to my friend Patty "Hallelujah, my problems are solved. I
don't have to be hikin up the hill with my dirty clothes no
more, a laundromat has moved into the neighborhood." Patty
quickly shut her door. Heck, I don't be caring if I insult
the laundromat - I just wanting some help with all the dirty
clothes and towels that The Captain keeps churning out.

We're now parked on our water-based 5th wheel at a place
called Sampson Cay. The water is too beautiful to believe
and the folks here got some class. Guess that means I have
to start wearing my nice boatin clothes stead of the stained,
ripped and too-little ones. Still gonna wear my [special] hat
when I have to do [special] chores. My goal is 2 self-photo
me with my hat and put it here so you kin know what I look
like as a washer woman, maid, cook, dishwasher, cleaning
woman.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX yo mama