i am tough
I sit here all alone because i can.
All those other kids who come with a myriad of friends are weak. They are too weak to survive in the "hostile" enviroment of the Dulaney swim club alone.
Their strength only comes from their numbers, therefore they are inferior.
I am capable of being by myself, therefore i am SUPERIOR.
he's a feisty one.
That nerdy freak... I see him all the time.
He meanders around the pool aimlessly.
What kind of sick fuck wears shoes and socks around the pool without a shirt?
Here he comes.
What do you know, hes a lifeguard.
well... he at least has the lifegaurd trunks...
What's he got there? A broom... and a dustpan, hmm...
What the hell is he? the pool equilvalent of a janitor?
Shit he just walked by my table and he was talking to himself.
some one took a dump in the pool.
The godfather doesnt swim. He drifts.
We all have to evacuate the pool for fear of being infected by the feces therein. We're all out except for a rather large man with a tough looking haircut floating in a constricting inner tube. The life guard looks my age. He says "Sir! you have to get out!"
The man replies "NO SHIT!! WHAT THE SHIT DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM DOING?!"
It may just be me but it looked like he was carelessly lullinh around the pool. Maybe the intruding crap is his doing... although not likely....
Heres our scary little pimply pool janitor as perusual. He's equiped with a lonnnnnng net.... thing.
Apparently it's his job to clean up the dookie. He is apparently trying to fish it but these little kids are closing in him.
Then all this geek rage apparetly bursts out as he screams
"YOU HAVE TO GET BACK!!"
( I use the word "apparently" far too often)
damn.
i keep forgetting my sunglasses.
im getting really fucking tired of squinting.