Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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No turn yet in the inbox. This could mean Zuikaku, Juno and Hiryu sunk....or it could be the honey-do list...or one of the Jap admirals is taking his prep for his colonoscopy and cant sit at the keyboard long enough.... So, I decide to get my daughter out of the house to achieve a cease fire in the Battle of the XX Titans. I take her shopping and buy her some clothes and shoes....that usually makes females happy....right? Anyway, I drop her off in Laguna Beach to see her deadbeat boyfriend and it is a beautiful day so I decide to read on the boardwalk at main beach. I pick up a $9 copy of Miracle at Midway and start reading. I am reading about faint IJN praise for the Coral Sea operation and there is an evangelical surfer lecturing 3 guys to my left. They are listening attentively as he talks about how he gave up the waves for Jesus. The guy is just a word machine. I go back to my reading and I am reading about defensive preparations on Midway and, when I look up, two young women who have been on the beach are getting ready to leave. One of them has a really, really nice body which has been enhanced by the E. I Dupont de Nemours company. Also, her dentist would be happy because she flosses regularly if you catch my drift. I am powerless. I start watching the show. So do the three guys to my left. It is an entirely intentional show too. She takes about 3 minutes to put on this little cover-up thing, arching her back and advertising her wares the whole time. The two woman are now done prepping and begin heading up the beach right at me and the evangelical surfer. The tension rises. Muscles involuntarily flex. Guts suck in. Now the work of the chemists at Dupont comes into full view. I think to myself, "science is great". The deadly cargo approaches. Madre de Dios! They mean to climb up on the boardwalk right between us! How long do I dare look? At the last second they turn to starboard and will pass right in front of the evangelist. His voice rises half an octave. Cleverly, he calls to his proteges, "Let us pray". They bow their heads...sort of. He starts the Lord's prayer..."Our Father..". The jiggling becomes almost unbearable. The little cover-up thing is hung up on the floss holder on one side so the show doesn't end as they pass by. This is it..perigee..point of closest approach to the group to my left. His voice grows louder..."...AND LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION".... I say a prayer myself, "Thank you Jesus for the hot weather and the E. I Dupont de Nemours company."
< Message edited by Cap Mandrake -- 9/28/2010 4:22:59 PM >
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