I come from a family of swimmers so as soon as I could walk it was: “Give him the Speedo, he's doing it.”
No time for
wading slowly, you think there's time for slow wading?
You have to dive
son! Dive!
Let that water
rush up your nose, get really deep and philosophical,
and then break
the surface with a chlorinated belch. That's how it's done!
Now son look at
Sandy. Look how Sandy's doing it.
nice
flutter-kick Sandy! Way to go Sandy!
Academic
Achievement Award for Sandy!
Successful
lemonade business for Sandy!
Blow jobs for
Sandy!
I always loathed
Sandy because she too came from a family
of
swimmers, but,
she was really
good.
I was always the
little buoy of swim class.
Rotund and
ever-floating all you needed to do was look for
the sonar blip
with love handles and you found me,
but Sandy, she
was like an underwater Gazelle!
She had grace
and speed but an antelope without predators is like an
armadillo
without a shell and when she'd shed her modesty
at the front
door all I wanted to do was roll her into a Lion's den.
So one
especially boring day I concocted a scheme,
a “naturally
selective” scenario that would weed out the wicked
and slap Sandy
in her little swimming cap.
I'd do a stunt
so stupendously stupid it would demand some swift population control,
turning me from
the deep-sea blip I was to a deep-sea Rhinoceros in one dazzling
display.
I called it the
“Rambi Flip” and it was ready to pounce, and when it did
it roared like a
Lion, sprinted full stride, bared it's fangs, and was merciless.
It was truly a
sight to behold.
One of those
acts of violence that elicits a response from even the most seasoned
tour guides
as they try to
console the bystanders.
“It's
all part of nature children,”
“It's
the natural order of things.”
“The
perpetual give and take, some
might call it.”
I
think some
would disagree but since then I doubt
The diving board
has ever seen such a display of visceral carnage as
when my banana
hammocked carcass veered off course and
landed right on
Sandy mouth agape, eyes widened,
bracing herself for the rhino's charge.
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