Originally Posted by
Haywire
I said I was going to lay on something special for when I get back to the pier. As it stands now, my arrival (probably Sunday) will be spectacular as I will be preceded down the pier by a half a dozen nubile virgin (they said) lasses dressed in diaphanous gowns and golden sandals as they dance and scatter flower petals in front of me while singing delightful songs of praise in their melodious young voices. They will prepare a feast of non-alcoholic mead and fried grape meringue.
I can see it now: The seagulls chirping welcome as my Haywire flag flutters gayly, (no, make that "happily"---don't want anybody to get the wrong impression) in the breeze to the accompaniment of big fish thudding on the deck. I plan to serve the standard free Bubble Up and Rainbow Stew that our President has promised us.
Don't miss this gala event.
Now, I've got to go out and lube the tractor and mix another tank of herbicide. Not near as much fun as nubile whatevers----