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Seven degrees of separation. Go!
Complete the 7-steps...
1. Narcissist Freedivers
2. Whip or monofin, honey?
3. Blame Canada
4. "Sir, she's gone from suck to blow!"
5. "Your toys are fun to touch. Mine are all sticky." (for BennyB)
6. Days of wine and vinyl.
7. Lying on a beach, in a black wetsuit, inscrutable secret agent smirk hanging down on one side, martini in hand, speargun ready to discharge at the slightest provocation.
And then up walks the woman known only as Sands. Well, actually Island Sands. But her friend call he George.
"Hello, Ms. Sands, lovely day for a martini, isn't it?"
Just then a giant fist, with thumb and pinky extended along the longitudinal axis floats along behind her and says, "Wakka, wakka, wakka, give me back my sandwich."
As Ms. Sands raises an eyebrow and punctuates it with a flick of her golden locks over one shoulder, a spring of pure warm chocolate bubbles up from a small hole in the sand next to her feet, just above the tide line. It whistles Dixie and blows rings of icing into the air while simultaneously making the sand feel dirty.
A raised 007 eyebrow. "Care for some fondue?"
Ms. Sands, shakes her head with the satisfaction of a housecat with a moth in its jaws and brandishes a cold spoon. A great big cold spoon made of chrome and wood and plastic.
The lines on our hero's forehead deepen and furrow. He looks down the barrel, er, the shaft, um....curve of the spoon.
"End of the line, Monsieur Narcissist. I have you surrounded," Ms. Sands purrs.
"I should be more frightened if you had a whip or a monofin, but I do like the sound of that, so, the answer is yes. Yes, please. Spoon me."
Before the woman they call Island - for after all if no man can be an island it's easy enough for a superlative woman like Sands to step into the role - a small man in a cowboy hat with two six shooters in hand, emerges from the ocean, hissing and bubbling, in the style of the Creature from the Black Lagoon meets Aphrodite.
"I'm drunk or soon to be hungover," snarls the little man, and raises his gun in the direction of Ms. Sands. "So gimme the spoon!"
Is it a double cross of cold spoon war proportions? Should Ms. Sands join our hero to defeat an even greater enemy? Is the natural fondue spring edible or at least dark chocolate?
Find out next time on....The Island of [sorry, we interrupt this broadcast with the results of the US election six days in advance and thanks to our universe destroying time line mucking up friends at the Hadron Collider: Paris Hilton has been added to the Republic ticket by a computer hack of the electronic voting systems and is now in control of the big red button that should absolutely and positively never ever be pushed by anyone except perhaps accidentally by the guy from Dr. Strangelove (ohh, that would have been a hoot, dearie) or a vicious Chihuahua. With Hilton on the ticket, Obamas support swung away like a boom in a sudden backing wind and knocked him out of contention. All hail President Hilton. At least hotels will be better from now on.]
but Lake Wisconsin.... as its really cold and the figure hugging wetsuits of the cold freedivers don't reveal much....
rofl
you know roy nexus is gonna dissagree materoflFondueset for President.