A Wave

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This iterates my sexual watersport predeliction, if any. It seems to me that watersport must be an intensely personal kind of sport.

This brings us to the natural end of tonight's blog. Most of the whiskey has been consumed. As I sit here I am thinking about you... veggies. And as I sit here thinking about all you veggies out there gathered together in natural rows a smile flows out of the depths of my rigid face, and eventually arrives at the surface and then breaks like a wave and disappears.