December 22, 2006
shouldn't the water be warm by midsummer?
The wanderer decided upon his return home to leap into the harbour.
The wanderer was warned that the wind blew vicious and cold from the South.
It must be done, txted the wanderer.
Verily, they kicked the ball on the beach, and, duly warmed, leapt screaming into the frigid waves.
Beer was drunk, and all was well.
Later on, they got a curry.
Filed by billy at 2:32 pm under the moose
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Ah, shto. I did so wish to be present for this. Work work.