I was watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning last night (it sucked. . .don’t bother) when something occured to me; I’ve never once had what can be considered “summer love.” Why that thought popped into my brain while watching Leatherface chop people into messy bits with his trusty chainsaw might be cause for concern (a psychologist would probably have a field day with that one) but the fact remains. I’ve had my share of summer flings, but nothing that could even remotely be considered “love.” I remember one girl who could do this really cool trick with a ping-pong ball and it used to make me smile like a little boy who just stumbled upon his daddy’s porn collection, but after watching her launch that little plastic sphere from between legs a few dozen times it started to lose its allure. I wonder what she’s up to these days. Anyway, I know that had nothing to do with these pics (my writing usually doesn’t, so if you don’t like it I apologize) but I just had to get it out in the open. Now grab a paddle.
