A Whale Of A Good Time

This afternoon, three obese young girls were playing in the shallow end while I guarded their lives. Eventually, one shouted: "TRAIN TIME!"
"Train Time" means they cling to each others' soft, sour backs in a conga line and bounce on a set path toward me.
I'd take a noodle in the wet any day over that shit.
















This is exactly the picture I imagined while it was happening.