So after delicately, immaculately manicuring my lawn (okay, fine, just the front yard) with peerless care and precision sans pants, my wife and children loaded up into the ride and we went to the MWC pool. If you ever doubt yourself, go to Wal-Mart. And buy sunscreen and goggles. And then go to the MWC pool. It felt like some kind of interactive theater where people had roles lifted directly from 90s Springer episodes and then they put em mostly unclothed in a heavily-chlorinated nautical park environment to run amok, like a redneck mouth-breathing low-budget sequel to Jurassic Park. It was as if I stumbled into some sort of Back to the Futurian rift; it felt kinda -amazingly- 80s and apocalyptic at the same time. Did we have fun? Absolutely. Will I be scrubbing myself in the shower with an SOS pad? Umm, yeah. Saturdays are a great day to build enthusiastic regret.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 03:13:26 +0000
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