I was out sailing in the bay the other day....crewing for a friend.....for only the first time this season.
It's just been so bloody cold.
But now that the warm sun is back, and I can take off my shirt.
And let the lake breeze stimulate my tits ...instead of causing them to fall off.
I don't know why... but I suddenly remembered these other sailors...
And remembered that the legendary Herndon Climb had not been cancelled after all.
And to make things even MORE inspiring.
This year there's a video...
Oh boy. Anchors away or Hail to the Chief !!!!
A part of me feels like saluting.
The boys are hurting. But The Republic is safe.
The mighty Greased Phallus.....I mean OBELISK of Power.
Has been successfully MOUNTED again....
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P.S. Yikes. What am I saying?
Is it just me... or the breeze on my tits?
Or could it REALLY be Spring?
Dammit Simon, your taste in men drives me nuts. I can only wish for a good stiff breeze or something on my tits. I would salute those boys too, in my jeans. Or out.
ReplyDeleteThis could be a sign I need to get out more. Oh man, it’s been a long winter.
Hi Bruce!! yeah yeah I know...this year's crop of plebes is a bit PUNY.
ReplyDeleteBut how do you like my taste in BIRDS? :)
Have a great weekend !!!