P 0 P E Y E
Chief Petty Officer
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- Jun 3, 2009
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I know I have.....quite refreshing actually
The best thing is (I think) no one saw me
The best thing is (I think) no one saw me
I know I have.....quite refreshing actually
The best thing is (I think) no one saw me
hahaha
That'll be the day.. Im walking through the Walmart parking lot, look to my left and what do I see? Some dude driving a truck with a lifevest on, killswitch hangin from the rear view... Waving.. "HEY GUYS!!!"
At the island I frequent, people usually back their boats to shore, and cast a bow anchor out. After that, you carry the stern anchor up to shore and stick it there. Now, this island has a VERY steep dropoff, you will go from knee deep to over-your-head in two small steps. Well, here I am, windy day, managed to hang bow anchor on first attempt, everything's going great!! Or so I thought. I step off the swim platform, hat, sunglasses, lit cigarette, corona, and cell phone on the hip. I forgot to grab the anchor from the boat. I turn around to grab the anchor, get that in hand, turn back around and SPLASH!! I found a new 10 foot deep hole that I never knew about. Bought a new company cell phone, lost my glasses, and doused my cigarette. Not much fun, and not to mention the shock of it all made me drop the anchor on my foot.
Another "stunt" I pulled happened on a dock. It was a bitter cold winter here in Tampa, about 65 degrees on this particular freezing December night. I was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. We were at a friend's house, who had just built a new dock since the last time I had been there. I'm all dressed up, getting ready to enjoy the party, although I had already started drinking. Another friend calls my phone, asking for directions. I have a bad habit of pacing while on the phone, which led to my demise. Well, that and probably two too many stiff drinks. I also blame the dock builder, which I will explain. At the end of the dock, one side goes out about two feet further than the other side, and it is diagonal there. I was pacing on the longer side, keep in mind it was dark. The conversation went something like this: "Yeah, take a left at the. . . What the?! . . . Holy (expletive)!!!" In the water I went, cell phone and all. So every one of the 50 people at the party asked me why I was soaked in my good clothes, and I replied "faulty dock."
"bitter cold winter here in Tampa, about 65 degrees on this particular freezing December night."
Or so I thought. I step off the swim platform, hat, sunglasses, lit cigarette, corona, and cell phone on the hip. I forgot to grab the anchor from the boat. <<snip>> Bought a new company cell phone, lost my glasses, and doused my cigarette.
If I read this right, you saved the Corona.