After weeks of sweltering in high temperatures with no pool, I was finally able to cool off today with a refreshing dip.
If Joe Haynes, Steve Andes, Scott Williamson, Sally Holliday or Cordie Fucking Hudkins won't implement my suggestion of white slavery so I'll have some lifeguards at the pool, I'll do something myself for a change.
So I stole the boy's pool. The little bastard never swims in it anyway. All that work and the little shit won't go near it.
Now, if I could just find a way to skim off all this grease floating on the surface.
Is that a lawn jockey next to the chimney back there?
ReplyDeleteSure looks like one to me.