Steel-cut motivation

I'll get back to the trip out to Mona Island in a few days, but I just wanted to detour here for one fricken minute and offer my propers to Remington (Peerce Brosnan) Seal-cut Brady.

He has this story about how we shood all run some unspecified distance. It's really cool. And by "run" he means acshally run. Like the football players or the police do.

At first I thought he had to be using the word in some new way, Like "Yeah, I'm running a 625 unner the hood with a 41/frf tranny."

But the more I read it, the more I think he acshally means "moving your legs fast enough that your feet leave the ground"

Crazy.

And even though I won't take him up on this "challenge from the 1970's", I think it's admirable that he makes the effort. Here's to you, "runner".

Is it safe?

If you run too much, Zell might want to check your teeth.

wella komo koko

That's what this little hot island girl said to me yesterday. I thought she was making a pass at me. It would make sense. Look at me! Anyway, I was like "Voolay voo cooshay ..." and then she says "No, you smell like a coconut."
Now if you know me, one thing you know is that I am real smooth with the ladies,
I just seem to always be at ease. The hotter the girl, the cooler I am. Together, we make "warm". And that's not just one of my great lines, That's a Nate Keeler promise!

So I'm talking to this girl - incidentally - I didn't tell her the reason I smelt like a coconut was cause I was on my 4th Pineapple-coconut-ibuprofen-rum smoothy, not counting the one I kind of knocked over into my lap - I'm telling her all about how cool I am and sensitive and honest, and she doesn't let on, but I can tell she's really impressed. That's about the time CB comes along yelling at me asking me where the hell I've been. His real name is TJ, but Cock block seemed to work better at this point. So I pretended he was just some loony and I didn't know who he was. But Then he's like "C'mon nate, let's go!"

oh crap. tide. gotta go surf. more later.

How I spent the day ...

Well, it was another one of these again. You know, a guy could get tired of it. Ha Ha J-effin-K. I was going to actually try to get down to the massage parlor before 2:30, but there was a really nice breeze coming in through the window, so I just sat there for a while and enjoyed that. I blew out my flip-flop again. Oh well. Tomorrow's supposed to be really nice out. I'll probably have TJ take me out on the boat-thing at around 1:00, if I'm up yet. I got that thing to go to tonight. We'll see. Take it easy.

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My name is Nate Keeler. It is not Fred.