I would like to tender a semi-official announcement of the semi-unofficial open water swimming coincidental event of the year, best known by its abbreviation JTBA(ntbcwsaaiad)PBORWSaSB5KS, though veterans of the 2008 inaugural event sometimes affectionately refer to it simply as Little Shoulders.
You can find out all you need to know at Little Shoulder's founder's blog and the comment section accompanying this entry: forums.usms.org/blog.php
Thanks, Michael, for explaining!
In hindsight, I can now see how my declaration, "I will let you look at my sac," might have been misinterpreted.
It continually amazes me at how much time swimmers appear to spend with their minds in a pool gutter!
I was, of course, referring to the tote bag that our dear Aussie National Treasure Amanda mailed me during her recent trip back to the land where the strong are raised by dingos and the weak are eaten by them.
Amanda was able to mail me the No. 1 export from Australia, and chief reason for the United States insurmountable trade deficit, this being, of course, a soft leather kangaroo *** suitable for keeping whatever you value most, including, but not limited to, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, cubic zirconium, and your sundry other family jewels.
I suppose you can call me a prude, or naive, or unbelievably sheltered.
But never in a million years would I have imagined someone might have misinterpreted my invitation to look at my sac containing my family jewels as something other than the obvious: a kangeroo *** containing little semi-precious stones.
Sorry for the unintentional double entendre!
Unfortunately Jim - you have yet to compensate for the use of the word "balls" as shown here:
And this is a bad thing why?
My philosophy: The tinier the sac, the bigger (appearing) the balls.
Thanks, Michael, for explaining!
In hindsight, I can now see how my declaration, "I will let you look at my sac," might have been misinterpreted.
It continually amazes me at how much time swimmers appear to spend with their minds in a pool gutter!
I was, of course, referring to the tote bag that our dear Aussie National Treasure Amanda mailed me during her recent trip back to the land where the strong are raised by dingos and the weak are eaten by them.
Amanda was able to mail me the No. 1 export from Australia, and chief reason for the United States insurmountable trade deficit, this being, of course, a soft leather kangaroo *** suitable for keeping whatever you value most, including, but not limited to, diamonds, rubies, emeralds, cubic zirconium, and your sundry other family jewels.
I suppose you can call me a prude, or naive, or unbelievably sheltered.
But never in a million years would I have imagined someone might have misinterpreted my invitation to look at my sac containing my family jewels as something other than the obvious: a kangeroo *** containing little semi-precious stones.
Sorry for the unintentional double entendre!
Unfortunately Jim - you have yet to compensate for the use of the word "balls" as shown here:
And this is a bad thing why?
My philosophy: The tinier the sac, the bigger (appearing) the balls.
