Mr. Fumbles and the Pool
So Quentin, are you packed and ready? I barely had time to get
this email out with all the packing and saying bye to friends and
rereading all of last years textbooks... Man, I can't wait to get
back to party central. Anyway, here's what happened after The
Enforcer got done with me and sent me to the pool.
First things first, always swim with a buddy.
They're really insanely strict about this buddy board thing.
Dudes, chill.....
Time for the swim test.
The sidestroke is my specialty. I could do this all day... They
said I did really well. Those two dorks tried to use a boat, well,
that's what they called it. I think they got banned from the pool.
I did so well they told me I should get lifeguard certified!!
He didn't make it. Ahhhh, the humanity of it all!!!! I passed
anyway.
Dude, check out my sweet tan.
NO RUNNING!!! STAY OFF THE ROPES!!!! Man, these punk kids have horrible short-term memories... And to destroy the wave of filth and stench that washes off them, we have to add enough chlorine to kill a blue whale and every living thing within 300 yards of the pool. Dang... I never shower and still smell better than most of them...
While I was at it, I went ahead and got snorkeling BSA.
Now that was fun!! I'm thinking Fiji or Hawaii would be good to
visit over Christmas and practice. Make it happen Q!!
Well, the pool was awesome. I think it's my favorite place so far.
I'm thinking about taking a couple lake front badges now that I'm
qualified. We'll see.
I've got to go for now, though. I just remembered I left an entire
case of bananas in your closet. That would probably explain all the
fruit flies in the house...and that weird smell in your
room...maybe...
Later dude,
Mr. Fumbles