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Leslie(nova scotia)

Well-known member
Strange how we get things in our head. Woke up after a long 12 hour night shift in a fog...no surprise. Had this longing to go down by the water which immediately made me think of a versus from a famous poem;

I must go down to the sea again
The lonely seas and sky
Where all I ask is a tall ship
And a star to steer her by.

Mind you just replace ship with At Pro and star with fresh batteries and I'm sure you can identify.

Fired up poor old Otto who is on it's last legs(going to be replaced in the next few weeks) and headed towards the Bedford Basin stopping at a small waterside park. Tide was out and coming in. Breeze was was from the nor'west. Clouds over head bellowing. Started just above low tide. Had to notch the Pro back three bars on the pro zero mode to stabilize her. Coins, coins coins,pennies, pennies pennies. Was sort of neat to move the rocks and watch the small crabs, blood worms and other aquatic being scurry. Of course one gets pissed on every now and then by a clam. Hazards of the dig.

Hit a 1949 quarter followed by a religious medal depicting a fellow kneeling before Christ while the other side a cathedral. Quota was had and Otto and I limped back home.

Once home it was into the shower as the Bedford Basin is not the cleanest of areas. In the shower it was a shave and a shampoo...mind you I had soap in my eyes when I washed my hair with Vagisill ! UM. Wrong bottle Ize a dinking. Now it's time to put the vibrating heating pad on the lazy bouy and think of all the moans and groans I can taunt Marie with when she gets home."Hunny Bunny I'm sore could you get me a beer from the fridge!"
 
Oh Lord! :rofl: @#$%& on by a clam! Thats a rare treat there me bucko! After shampooing your hair with Vagisil, didja brush your teeth with Prep H?

Hey, Leslie, do you take requests? I'd sure like a post outta you formatted to the old, "The Wreck of the Julie Plante" I'm pretty sure you could work with that..you know, with Otto, and Navy and HunnyBunny playing the characters..:shrug:
Mud
 
Some nice ones in that crumbling collage of current crapulent copper coinage. May they all soon re-enter the hell fire from which they were spawned.
 
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