(I never claimed all you ladies weren't ravishing lookers.... but they just sort of sat there and watched as...)
(From above)
... the good ship" Raftmusen..."
... rode that outgoing tide right out the bay mouth, into the current, and...
...once again the soggy, whistful dreams of Bust'm...bait concessionaire extraordinaire, were left on the dock awaiting a more hospitable opportunity in the form of.......
(damnit.... I keep forgetting NT doesn't allow pics in here.... habits are hard to break when the rules vary)
... and the girls just squirmed in their seats, as they tried to keep their eyes from rolling back in their heads. But the mental ecstasy was simply too intense to stop the juices...
Flowing, & waiting in suspense, but...
....and when they hauled his white ass carcass up to the beach, that possumbility of real love was left to decay in the sun. poor thing. so grand and so....smelly that.......
So as this Whale-of-a-Tale degenerates, and night falls, our dear Beached, Super-Dicky, Bond-like, Bait Boy, finds himself....
buried up to his nose in...
....whale snot. Poor Bust'm. He thought he was a whale but is really only a Jonah....now covered in whale snot and sand and.........
... Champagne and cold beer and women that adore his sorry ass...
.....or so he tought. Fact was, that it was all women who "save the whales" that showed up that afternoon and our poor Jonah was attracting only flies that day.
( he sits under a palm tree rethinking his strategy, perhaps beginning with a terrific dry rub fo' ribs !)
He was going to leave the beach but when he lifted his Toucan Sam nose he noticed ....
..........that his beak was attracting more attention than his pecker ever did, and now he is auditioning for...........
