Anybody else wondering where the Hell the year (or I for that matter) has gone?
One of the very few plus sides to hurricanes and the like is that the offshore oil fields and ocean-borne construction projects take a beating and enter me with my trusty helmet and hose
. Thing is that the connection speeds at 400 and something feet are slower than when I'm at the palacial digs in the sticks. Go figure. But whilst I bask in the rarified Sun and sip this latte in this cafe so thoughtfully equipped with a 'puter, let me get back to bidness...
Below is a photo of a well developed lass paying homage to a denizen of the deep, and pity it's not me. You need to take a looong look at said photo and come up with a funny one or twenty liner that will impress the DB judges enough to have them contact the DB higher-ups and have them part with either a T shirt or a coffee/tea mug, either of which will undoubtedly imprees blondes such as seen here and put you into the game along with Mickey.
You have until the end of the month with coincidentally is just about the amount of time she gave me. Who's the Sultan eh?
