Great balls of fire! If there were ever a day to remind me of the 40's it's today. Being a sailor on a ship that is sailing the waters, shooting guns off, telling people to get the fuck out of the way (well in a nicer way anyways) is always awesome. Going and working out on top of the weather decks as the oceans spits at you is always a pleasure as is taking a nap on the cold hard steel deck of the ship as it rocks you to sleep, then beats the shit out of you just to remind you that it still loves you. Then, I think to myself as I look upon Suicide Girls, I want one of these beautiful women slapped right on my arm, as a reminder that I'm not a normal man, no! I am a hardened sailor, part of a fraternity that exists to this day, that loves raising their glasses, ready to fight, yet ready to lift up the opponent and buy them a beer. We spit insults at each other but would die for each other. We grow weary of work yet hardened in determination. We assist others in need and destroy others who would choose to hurt them. Yes, it's a prideful day. Our hard work is paying off and though I sit here exhausted, sore, and somewhat frustrated I'm smiling. These memories will be with me forever and I know for a fact that no matter where I'm at or who I'm with I will always have an interesting story to tell. God Bless ladies and take care, I'm hittin the rack hard. I'll see the world after my nice 12 hour coma I'm about to go into.
pumpkin:
You have a very romantic way of describing sailing. Makes me feel that kind of intensity is missing in our modern, mainstream society. I think it could be good for solidarity, and could prevent us from acting like pussies all the time. 