Still in Missouri and was out on the good old glorious mucky liquid mud that is Lake Saint Louis all afternoon. After dropping off the dead weight (see: “females”), we went back out for some man fun. we jumped off our water vessel and swam in the middle of the lake for awhile and let the boat drift away as we slowly followed it. around 8pm one Mr Erik Willson and I decided to swim back to his house while Captain Theodore Pussypants (who shall remain nameless for now) putt-puttd alongside.
What did YOU do tonight? did you swim across a fkking lake at night? didnt think so.
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