I returned to my home (houseboat) from a two week trip. My job the one that I will not blog about here requires extensive travel. All I wanted to do was relax. I walk down the dock bag over my shoulder feeling better already. I notice my jackball buddy who has a boat three slips down standing on the sidewalk wearing (the absolutely greatest ensemble ever put together) a Grateful Dead t-shirt, cut-offs, an old worn out cowboy and cowboy boots with dress socks sticking out the tops grinning at me like a cheschire cat. I thought to myself '' well fuck, so much for serenity.'' I made quick conversation and hastily returned to my boat. I started cleaning up and what do I discover laying on my kitchen floor? A pair of grey french cut bikini briefs. I am not sure who they belonged to. I have the feeling that they must belong to Jackball but one never knows for sure, they may have belonged to Jackball's doozy of a girfriend who I call ''Six Bagger.'' I picked them up using the blade end of a butterknife and seriously considered dousing them in tiki torch oil and setting them aflame before hoisting them onto the bow of his boat but instead I lightly threw them back onto his boat.
Several questions have arisen since this incident.
1. Who belongs to these skimpy numbers? It certainly wasn't me I am a boxer man.
2. If they are Jackball's why did he have them off in my boat?
3. If they aren't Jackball's then who's are they?
4. What the fuck is wrong with people?
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