I Wanted To Go Waterskiing, But I Couldn’t Find A Lake On A Hill
Now, this doesn’t make a lick of sense, so it’s perfectly at home here on the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys.
If every alpha male listened to the naysayers instead of their interior voice that tells them, “Hey, you jumped almost that far once before,” then we wouldn’t get anything done in this world. No one would have discovered that a snowmobile will run on Bacardi 151 rum, at least for a while; or that you can get on a Rose Parade float and wave like the Pope for half an hour, easy, before anyone catches on; or that you can brush your teeth with whiskey if you run out of cognac; or that go-karts work just fine in malls; or that startling prone sunbathing girls with their spaghetti straps undone yields primo results if you can run faster than their sunbathing boyfriends…
(Thanks to our friend Leon for sending that one along)
One thought on “I Wanted To Go Waterskiing, But I Couldn’t Find A Lake On A Hill”
Looks like the Kahiltna. I skied it once. Once up and once down. No, make that lots down – I fell a lot.
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