I still remember the night I said good bye to her. He soft, moist skin. Her mottled complexion. Those sweet big lips and how she would tickle me with her whiskers.
I believe I was there… wasn’t I? That was my fish, you [censored].
Alright, alright… yeah, it was fair. We had a good time and didn’t get killed by the weather. Or Brian’s navigational skills. Hurray for a slim chance of survival!
Ooo, the lightening in the distance at the start had me nervous. Just be glad we never had a bolt near the boat or I would have probably lost my marbles.
Just be glad we never had a bolt near the boat or I would have probably lost my marbles.
Hold up… you mean we could’ve been playing marbles that whole time instead of sitting around listening to Brian complain that he couldn’t find any shooting stars?? DUDE! Not cool, bro…