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I was standing out by the pool near the TopBucks cabana, where there were more than a few homosexual gents flailing about. I walked away to take a phone call for a minute, and when I came back I saw the two guys sharing a lounge chair about 3 feet from me gleefully poking at each other's sausages through their ultra-thin spandex tourdefrance shorts. I was almost too offended to creep behind the bushes and whack my bag while softly weeping in shame.
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