The man was hanging over the rail, his face
green, his eyes glazed. He was seasick, as seasick as it is possible to
be.
Along came a hardy, seagoing type. "Buck-up friend.
Remember, nobody ever died of seasickness."
"Oh don't say that," said the man on the rail. "It's only
the hope of dying that's keeping me alive."
Anonymous
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