|That's the indoor pool|
|And the view. Yawn|
For those of you at home, who have been paying attention, you know I'm headed out to sea. Not gonna be fun, but will for sure be worth hearing about and make a little coin. It's not all Donald Trump lotto like you here about on Discovery channel...yet. But I'm thinking to myself, "self, what's the end game here? I know we're gonna dominate this so bad that there's gonna be a life in free fall book, but what else?" Self, I'm glad you asked.
Dub's charter service. That's right. I'm gonna learn about boats, ye land lubbers, sterns, aft, squalls, bilges and all that shit. Then, I'm gonna take my happy ass to some remote island getaway-peopled with savages-but with the aesthetic value that white men and women can't resist. And this, my friends is where I come in...
|What's that? Your daughter's afraid of sharks? Better keep close dear.|
So there you have it. Long term-Captain Dub. I wanna post Lakeside's Fantastic Voyage again so bad here. Short term, taking a trip. After the sea voyage, I'm going to vacay on an island. And real talk, these places are big enough for a gaggle of free loading jerkoffs, so I don't know, take a number? That's not a bad idea. If fools wanted to come along, pack their bags, get on the floor and chip in, then it could be a true fantastic voyage. Deej, you in? I don't know who else even reads this worthless rag anymore. Let me know if you're in. Don't be shy. Just do it. I might be onto something here. And I couldn't resist either...