February 16, 2025 Meet-Up

[Drunk Monk]

I will be busy shipping a ship...touring a tug...delivering a dingy to that hive of villany, Moss Landing ship port where the air smells of roasted batteries.

There's like 20 euphemisms for masturbation in that sentence. 

I probably won't hump the hill for Sunday, as much as I'd love to touch base with the Yeti, but thanks for the invite.