I'm not a very strong swimmer. The only sport I've ever thought I'd really like to try is surfing. Every once in a while I consider taking swimming lessons so I can then learn to surf. Then I remember that the sharks are waiting for me to foolishly go in to the watter deeper than my knees so they can eat me. So then I give up and eat a bag of Cheetos instead.
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Absolute truth here: I have not been in a natural body of water past my ankles since I first saw Jaws. I forced myself to forget how to swim, just so I'd have an "acceptable" excuse not to frolic in the waves as my buffet-volunteering friends did.
They will rue the day, oh yeah.
And when that day comes you and I will sit on the shore sipping coctails and toatsing our good sense.
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