Please women, no more sunning walruses on the deck, get some board shorts, knee length and a nice over size T shirt with something cute like "Yield to Wide Load" on it. To be fair, the man also needs knee length baggy, droppy board shorts and equaly oversized T shirt that says something cute like, "I am With the Wide Load."
I had been hired to test some new dive gear, it was an uneventful dive and the new gear worked great. My report to the manufactuer would make them happy I knew and garner for me another job I hoped. Air getting low I pulled my J valve and headed in. I stood up from the water and casually pulled my fins, my SeaHawk Knife glistening in the sun, mask popped jauntily on forehead as I surveyed the beach ahead for the easiest egress. Oh, my, ------OO, holy cow, a pod of walruses had spread towels the size of the Astrodome on the sand and had flopped down belly first blocking my path to safety. Ugggghhhhhhh, arrrggggghhhhhh, what to do, my eyes hurt, my throat choked, I could not breath, the horror, the unholy horror. I felt my life draining from my limbs, graying out, could I make it, I did not know. One foot, then the next--keep going man--buck up--get tough! Then I woke up. Cool, it is the Swedish Bikini Team, yeah.
Moral, ladies, if you could not be on the Swedish Bikini Team, get some board shorts and WEAR them--all the time.
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