One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn't belong (in the bay). Just in case anyone is wondering, the water at San Francisco's Aquatic Park is about 55 degrees. I made it about half a mile before i could no longer move. maybe i should buy a wetsuit with my stimulus package. there were two old gentlemen sitting on a bench right by where my buddy and i exited the water (and he was wearing a wetsuit) and they kept looking over at us and whispering amonst themselves. One of them finally started talking to us:
old guy: "hey, how cold's that water?"
steve: "probably around '5."
old guy: "Fifty-five?"
me: (shivering uncontrollably) "yeah. too cold. no wetsuit."
(the old guys snicker a little)
old guy: "man, i wouldn't be able to do that. i'd have to carry a cucumber with me to jam down the front of my pants before i got out. i'd be too embarassed."
me: (look down at crotch. look back at old guys. weak smile.) "yep."
4 comments:
dude, what in the holy dicks are you doing in 55 degree water with no wetsuit? even in san diego you could only stay in the water for 10 minutes at the hottest part of the summer.
i made it for about 20 minutes. cause i'm a man.
Yeah man who ran this pickle and cucumber operation?
Greg, the images of you freezing in your tiny spandex will keep me warm on the upcoming winter nights here in Peru. Just the thought of your tiny, shriveled penis, makes me want a gurken real bad.
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