Cape Cod, MA – Every guy remembers their first time. The first time you kissed a girl and felt butterflies in your stomach. The first time your dad gave you the keys to his car and said “there you go, kid. Try not to fuck up and kill anyone.” The first time a girl let you go to third base and you thought “why am I wasting time touching this thing when we could be at the base where my dick goes in her mouth?” I like that base. That one should be first. If that was first base, the other three really wouldn’t matter.
Anyway, This lame blog is brought to you in part by a stolen wifi signal in Dennisport where you can meet me and Red at The Sand Dollar today at 4pm.
P.s. This probably isn’t what that old snatch Betsy Ross had in mind when she stitched up that rag, but this is one flag I could salute from my swim trunks.