A surfer's toast, by PK
Here’s to swimming with bow-legged women
and to shipworn and seashore shanties.
Here’s to the waves that were always my faves
and to girls who don’t wear panties.
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- 4-18-09
Saturday, April 18, 2009
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Here's to the boys, who know how to play with their toys and satisfy the women. For in their quest, they do thier their best to leave them ..........well YOU finish it. It's late and I'm in Vegas. Anne
Hey, that piece of toast has a hidden message! I can read it, it says: "Toast and Eggs"
Rock on!
PS: cool poem, PK. Very nautical.
Joe forgot to add bacon. Love the poem!
The first line is from Jaws. The rest? Well, let's just say I've spent a good chunk of my summer days water logged, thrashed and concussed.
Anne-- you're in Vegas? Cool. Of all the cities I'm banned from, that is my favorite. Put $20 on black or $20 on black 22 (depending on how ballsy you feel) at 9:19 tonight on a Bellagio roulette table. See what happens. And be sure to hit Red Square, the ice vodka bar at Mandalay Bay. You will not regret it. Nyet. I can’t wait to write a punch line for your poem.
Joe—How’s Stella? Need a high-paying job in the city?
Ann—We all miss you very much. Call if and when you can.
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