Or maybe like musical chairs, only instead of prize for winning ‘it,’ you get diarrhea.
Guess how many kids shat the bed in my house during the last three weeks?
Answer: none. That could have been a parenting dealbreaker.
But waves continue to tickle our delicate shores, and humans continue wanting to ride on them, so surfboards must be made!
“I need a midlength for _ _ _ _ _ I _ _ _ _ _.”
That was pretty much it. Curtis isn’t one for conversation, so I took a stab at 7’4.