This is why, even though I abhor whaling, I still have a grudging respect for the dudes who had the cajones to go out in rowboats and try to take one of those things down with pointy sticks.
Bound to happen, sooner or later.
Same here! In reality I hate the thought of slaughtering whales. But for some reason I enjoy reading old-timey whaling stories like Moby Dick, In the Heart of the Sea, etc.
What a great way to go.
Here, fixed it.
Cajones means drawers. Cojones means balls. Whalers weren’t furniture.
Well, MY drawers would need a-changin’ if I had to face off against one of those things with a dinghy and a spear.
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