Salsa Shark I'm going on vacation in a few weeks to some place warm. Thought it might be a good idea today to try on my shorts. All of them, except for four pairs, somehow shrunk in my drawer over the winter. So off to the mall I went. I picked up a few pairs of shorts, along with a big new suitcase. Can somebody please tell me when a suitcase started costing between $200 and $350? Who needs ballistic nylon encasing their bathing suit and suntan lotion? Apparently a lot of folks do because the suitcases I saw could withstand any sort of attack, foreign or domestic. Nice to know if, God forbid, the plane goes down, my underwear will remain intact inside my Samsonite. I better be careful what I pack. Somethings are better not found. I finished off my evening with dinner at a Mexican restaurant. That's when the Salsa Shark appeared. If only I had handy my new suitcase that doubles as a shark cage. Oh well, maybe I can try that feature while on vacation.
Imagine my disappointment when I followed the arrow and all I found was a toilet.
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Wouldn't have missed my buddie's birthday for anything!
I had a lot of fun too, despite the disappointment of no naked dancing ladies behind door number one.
Hope you, B and S enjoy Boston today.
Thank goodness there was at least TP Chewy. The other side of the door was way more dull than what was promised. False advertising indeed!
I think the leprechaun traded in his pot of gold for a little something something Blondie.
Are you hiding on that toilet? (nudge)