Amigo gets nautical

'And all the profanity. Who swears in a blog?'
'I write what I am thinking at the time.'
'Sort of a linguistic empowerment thing?'
'Sort of a white trash thing.'
'I see.'
'And then I wonder aloud whether a one hundred percent inheritance tax would create a true meritocracy, but riddle it with 'fuckin' this and fuckin' that.'
'Speaking of empowerment, guess who just bought a Hummer.'
'Any man who drives a Humvee has a cock the size of my thumb. Guarangodamnteeit.'
'Huh.'
'I passed the written portion of the truckin' test today.'
'Thought of a CB radio name for yourself yet?'
'Going to call my self 'All Beef Paddy'. I told you that. Or 'Gros Boeuf Paddy' if I'm running in Quebec or what's left of New Orleans.'
'Oh yeah. I like it. Remember my boat name?'
'There's no way the nautical people would let you register a sailboat as 'The Cunting Whore'.'
'I forgot to call them and find out about that.'
'How about buy the boat first and then let's see?'
'No, no. I'm calling them tomorrow to see if the name has already been taken.'
'Check the registry online.'