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!
Precious sacs aside (front and aft?), I'm concerned about the water temp, which may actually boil my cold Lake Michigan blood.
I am glad to see this swim is not USMS sanctioned. I get tired of the official fingers in everything any time s'body wants to just swim.
:worms:
The cheering worms in sardine can section
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!
WOW. You are really running for cover on this one. I assume because someone called your bluff and you realized they wouldn't find anything in it.
I might as well apologize now so I don't have to post a follow-up. (Mine's empty too)
Sorry. :-)
