On the lake. Wow, I’m way behind fucking schedule. Usually we get the boat in the water some time in early May. But since we don’t have a dock space anymore cause the meth head land lord that ran the sweet ass dock condo deal that I’ve had my boat at for the last 8 years kicked our asses to the curb and we had to trailer the boat to the lake this morning and…shit in May, it’s still cold as a mother fucker out and didn’t feel the need to get in the water so I guess I’ll keep typing this run on sentence to see how long I can make it but seeing how it’s the lake topic deal we should get back to it. Yea. Up at 5:30AM as you can see by the picture and the temperature was a balmy 53 degrees. Dog Park Rob threw his boat in today, since mine is still in the garage waiting for me to pull it out and take two weeks of begging to get it started. And a couple of hundred dollars on parts that I think I need but I won't, because the only reason it won't start is because of a loose spark plug wire. Gorio was there along the new LF Watson board I just got, finally replacing the Double Up Greg Nelson Pro Model from at least 4 years ago that has been in heavy rotation. Good morning all together though. Boat ran, we all got pulls, couple of 3’s and 1’s were chucked, no air raileys, hoochie glides or any of that gay shit came out and we saw a super nuggy at the coffee shop afterwards. A 9 on the scale of 1 – 10 for opening days on the lake. The super nuggy was a 20 footer, good from 20 feet. Yea I know, wakeboarding, wake boarders, etc are gay, just like roller bladers, or Heelies queers….whatever. To me, wakeboarding’s like jerking off; you love to do it but don’t really want to get caught at it.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Squirrel Boarding Day 1
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Well, you are still 2 and half months ahead of last summer's August launch. If i recall, there was a boat full of Gay Canadians, a 30 pack of silver bullets, some tall, dark and hansome bottles of local beer, a shot or so of some fucking nasty euro everclear shit, pitcher after pitcher of margaritas, I kinda remember a shot or 2 of jager somewhere that night, and oh yeah, how could I forget, the taste of half digested crab cakes mixed with all of that alcohol. aaahhhhhh. Summer sales meeting.
ReplyDeleteYou remember that? I just remember driving around with a boat behind the burban and pulling over to get more booze so I could us drive home.
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