| Home |
| Search |
| Today's Posts |
|
#8
|
|||
|
|||
"Capt. Neal®" wrote in message ... I'm sitting in the cockpit of my fine yacht on my mooring in Florida Bay where the breeze is light and the temperature is in the 80s. I'm ignoring those tourists on shore that are pointing in the direction of my boat and laughing. I'm eating grilled Ballpark hot dogs on deli buns with relish and mustard, baked beans, potato chips and washing it down with Rolling Rock beers on ice- panhandling and dumpster diving behind the super K-Mart was very profitable today. To make it even better, I'm using a wireless connection to send Booby, Cairns, Oz and Gayboy Gaynz into fits of convulsive laughter. What do they know that I don't God has truly damned me. I'm covered with weird rashes and boils! What did I ever do to deserve this cursed existence??? CN WTF? John Cairns |
Threaded Mode
