Not
drifted a few hours the other day... stayed close cuz the wife was supposed to come meet me. din't happen, still, beautiful weather and peaceful...
then got mugged (heh heh, like I was slammin 'em) by a crew with some superpumped egos whose self worth musta been proportional to the number of F'in this and F'in that they could squeeze into one sentence while yelling at the top of their lungs.... thanks for that
anyways I watched em catchin exactly what I was, then when I saw them back at the dock and asked em what they did, they said "5."
What, 5 beers? 5 f's in 1 sentence? 5 for an IQ? Oh now I see...
in their dreams 5, maybe they were usin 5 to hold...
watta buncha jackholes; why you gotta "b" like dat?
No fish there, go elsewhere....
