Bumber Boats
Quote for today.
"Most people are like candy, hard outside with a nice inside."
"No. Do you know what most people are like? Bastards. Bastards with a bastard filling."
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Costume getting still proves to be a chore no matter how passive agressive I am making it. I need to bust out the Edmond soon and take inventory on what else is out there in decent enough shape to be included. Also need to test the blood boil bucket and see the whats doings with that project.
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I'm going on a cruise early next year. Me... in a giant bed of water. On purpose. We haven't slided up the specifics but agreed to for-go birthin' days and christmas so save for it. Mr. Morgan insists on a balcony room, which sounds... as good as it possibly could to someone afraid of heights, water and wild lemurs. If I see ONE whale flop, I'm off the boat and riding a donkey home with my escort Pedro. Seriously, one whale and I am fucking OUT shaking my maraca ass back to where land folk exist.
I think it's a matter of knowing I'm no where in the contest with water critters, the advantage is so far beyond I wouldn't even try to win a battle. Just eat me up. They are quite agile and quite larger in their watery world but you can find me on the beach strutting my legs in high kicks taunting "What now huh? I'm walkin' ... can you walk? Noooo no you can't, can't walk at all. Can't even walk a foot... know why, because you don't have a pair of these! Betcha you'd like a set of these fine babies wouldn't you!" /skips to further flaunt my leggyness, then takes a faceplant into the sand.
I do not really want to go, sounds retarded I know. Prying me out of my house requires a pitchfork and fire. I vow not to be a total crotch and ruin Mr. Morgan's enjoyment or make it a slap in the face of our spent bank account by not enjoying myself. It's difficult to find fun in everything I am scared of, not limited to the above and:
Language barriers
Seating next to strangers at a meal
Questioning all water
Bartering for wares (I HATE to barter)
Wondering where medical staff is
Is there medical staff?
Are they at the bar?
Will a life raft be issued to me? Can I have two as a failsafe?
Where is Osama and is he interested in my boat?
More about all this once things get to be something I read as happening. Passports to get and shit to decide while living with a massive "later on that" person. Lol... cheers.
-DM
"Most people are like candy, hard outside with a nice inside."
"No. Do you know what most people are like? Bastards. Bastards with a bastard filling."
--
Costume getting still proves to be a chore no matter how passive agressive I am making it. I need to bust out the Edmond soon and take inventory on what else is out there in decent enough shape to be included. Also need to test the blood boil bucket and see the whats doings with that project.
--
I'm going on a cruise early next year. Me... in a giant bed of water. On purpose. We haven't slided up the specifics but agreed to for-go birthin' days and christmas so save for it. Mr. Morgan insists on a balcony room, which sounds... as good as it possibly could to someone afraid of heights, water and wild lemurs. If I see ONE whale flop, I'm off the boat and riding a donkey home with my escort Pedro. Seriously, one whale and I am fucking OUT shaking my maraca ass back to where land folk exist.
I think it's a matter of knowing I'm no where in the contest with water critters, the advantage is so far beyond I wouldn't even try to win a battle. Just eat me up. They are quite agile and quite larger in their watery world but you can find me on the beach strutting my legs in high kicks taunting "What now huh? I'm walkin' ... can you walk? Noooo no you can't, can't walk at all. Can't even walk a foot... know why, because you don't have a pair of these! Betcha you'd like a set of these fine babies wouldn't you!" /skips to further flaunt my leggyness, then takes a faceplant into the sand.
I do not really want to go, sounds retarded I know. Prying me out of my house requires a pitchfork and fire. I vow not to be a total crotch and ruin Mr. Morgan's enjoyment or make it a slap in the face of our spent bank account by not enjoying myself. It's difficult to find fun in everything I am scared of, not limited to the above and:
Language barriers
Seating next to strangers at a meal
Questioning all water
Bartering for wares (I HATE to barter)
Wondering where medical staff is
Is there medical staff?
Are they at the bar?
Will a life raft be issued to me? Can I have two as a failsafe?
Where is Osama and is he interested in my boat?
More about all this once things get to be something I read as happening. Passports to get and shit to decide while living with a massive "later on that" person. Lol... cheers.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
5:09 PM
5 Comments:
You will have a blast! A couple of drinks and you will forget about the whales. :)
Betcha I won't. They are very scary to me. Either way I'll be going and it's a great opportunity to travel. -DM
It's commendable that you are willing to step outside your comfort zone for the man you love. I think it'll turn out to be a damn good time once you get your sea-legs and a couple of drinks. And oh, the beauty... don't forget about that.
You are my rock in helping me not to falter! I will be a thorn in your side for the next many months. <3
Ha-ha, that's rich. Can't wait to see the pictures of the lifeboats, the escape hatches, the impatient captain on his 10th attempt to assure you that THAT noise is perfectly normal, you on a donkey waving to Mr. Morgan with a scarf in your hand as he is astounded to find you are not on the ship with him as it departs. Awesome.
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