You gotta love it out on Cape Cod. In the summertime, it’s where all the action is, at least in ‘64. I don’t know what they may have done with it, in your time. Babes Port, Massachusetts. My kind of party!
I went in on a cottage with a couple of poker buddies in Babes Port. What can I say? I had a nifty vacation. No interruptions, no dead bodies. Just live babe bodies. We all know how chicks are when they go away on vacation. All their good-girl-rules fly out the window. . . where they belong.
Bonus Prize: I got away from Ter. She’s always beating me up and shooting at me. Her sex scenes, suck out loud, and not in a good way. Geesh, she’s got to learn to be more sexually explicit and less explicitly violent.
But, hey, that’s what holidays are for - escape. They say one picture is worth a thousand words, so here’s a coupla thou for you.
My vacation fun in the sun. . .
my vacation fun out of the sun.
Seize the day,” as they say. . . and the night.
I think I can skip the push-ups this week. After all that action, this man needs a nice, cold ‘Gansett, sponsors of the Boston Red Sox, in my time.
Thanks for stopping in. Meanwhile, let’s have a cold one, on me, before I head back to work.
Bottoms up! Cherchez la babes!
