It's always nice to be around folks who sail for pleasure. Well, until
you go into the bathroom. Head through the blacklight maelstrom on a
bearing due North and you will find a port full of piss and posters.
Veteran hands know not to touch anything, if they can help it. The
smell of salt doesn't quite permeate the air, but I can fill the stink
getting in my beard. If you can hold fast, you might live to tell the
tale of your trip 'round this 2/5 bathroom.
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