Good day to you all.
I would like to speak to you all about the grandeur of Swimming Pools, and by consequence, Hot Tubs, Slides and Diving Tanks, as well as sexy lifeguards of the male orientation...of which have the pleasure of being deeply in love with females because, yes, you guessed it, they are hot lifeguards. Now, because of my deeply toned skill for researching and thus otherwise, I have acquired various knowledge of swimming pools around central calgary.
The Up-sides
- They are marvelous to be in. Water soothes the soul
- You can view boys in swim trunks and 'oo' and 'aah' in certain drowning disbelief
- It makes your fingers and toes all wrinkly and , boy, what a party trick that is, eh?
- Slides are damned fun. Especially because you are half-naked and in a tube. Yes...I went there.
- Peace and quiet when you sink underwater...and the sounds of nothing...except weird clanking noises and the 'jaws' theme song
- Having oodles of fun with friends...and saying the word 'oodles' with glee and certain undenying satisfaction
The Down-sides
- That strange yellow-tinge that all swimming pools seem to have but no one wants to point out the truth except for my dear friend Elly, which then sets me off in a series of scrunched up faces and 'eeeewwwwws'
- Getting Waterlogged...this is the process of being so dripping with water that you are, in fact, the same mass as a log suspended in a lake.
- Falling none-so-gracefully off the diving board. Ker-splat!
- 'ooo'-ing and 'aah'-ing at hot guys, only to have them make out with barely-there-bikini-clad-tart-girls in the corner.
- Bloodshot eyes make you feel very vampire-ish...not to mention the fact that you have the strong urge to devour neck-blood.
- Doggy-paddling. Explanation upon observation.
- and countless others that go on the list.
Nevertheless, I continue to go swimming, and humiliate myself infront of others, to my own personal self-satisfaction and the laughter which it brings in the echoing silences of the run-on sentence. To all of you who think that I am unobserved. Thank you for observing this. Adieu and good bye. Oh, and I would also like to mention the strange way that the aforementioned topics end...Tubs..Tanks...Pools.. It's like they are trying to tell us something.
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I would like to speak to you all about the grandeur of Swimming Pools, and by consequence, Hot Tubs, Slides and Diving Tanks, as well as sexy lifeguards of the male orientation...of which have the pleasure of being deeply in love with females because, yes, you guessed it, they are hot lifeguards. Now, because of my deeply toned skill for researching and thus otherwise, I have acquired various knowledge of swimming pools around central calgary.
The Up-sides
- They are marvelous to be in. Water soothes the soul
- You can view boys in swim trunks and 'oo' and 'aah' in certain drowning disbelief
- It makes your fingers and toes all wrinkly and , boy, what a party trick that is, eh?
- Slides are damned fun. Especially because you are half-naked and in a tube. Yes...I went there.
- Peace and quiet when you sink underwater...and the sounds of nothing...except weird clanking noises and the 'jaws' theme song
- Having oodles of fun with friends...and saying the word 'oodles' with glee and certain undenying satisfaction
The Down-sides
- That strange yellow-tinge that all swimming pools seem to have but no one wants to point out the truth except for my dear friend Elly, which then sets me off in a series of scrunched up faces and 'eeeewwwwws'
- Getting Waterlogged...this is the process of being so dripping with water that you are, in fact, the same mass as a log suspended in a lake.
- Falling none-so-gracefully off the diving board. Ker-splat!
- 'ooo'-ing and 'aah'-ing at hot guys, only to have them make out with barely-there-bikini-clad-tart-girls in the corner.
- Bloodshot eyes make you feel very vampire-ish...not to mention the fact that you have the strong urge to devour neck-blood.
- Doggy-paddling. Explanation upon observation.
- and countless others that go on the list.
Nevertheless, I continue to go swimming, and humiliate myself infront of others, to my own personal self-satisfaction and the laughter which it brings in the echoing silences of the run-on sentence. To all of you who think that I am unobserved. Thank you for observing this. Adieu and good bye. Oh, and I would also like to mention the strange way that the aforementioned topics end...Tubs..Tanks...Pools.. It's like they are trying to tell us something.
COMMENTS are accepted by donation only. Thank you and (comment, damn you!) have a nice day.
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