I went to the beach yesterday. I wore a banana hamoch. I shit you not. What happened was I lost my bathing suit, both of them, MIA, so I threw on some bikini underware I got for Christmas and shorts. I got to the beach, and i was like, "I don't care" so I threw off the shorts and behold was my little sultan in all his glory cloaked beneith a thin veil of soft cotton. 8) It was quite freeing. So freeing in fact I think I may bring the little big guy on a world tour of sorts. I think When I go to the beach today I'll do the same thing. Th to the corbo bash hot tub.
My sister was there too, and she was all embarressed and shit. My cousin was there too, he laughed a lot. My dad, who found out later that day I did it, told my mom I was gay. My mom gives her full support to my sexuality, even though it wasn't my sexuality, it was simply my bathing suit choice. Oh well. My family is funny.