yacht

Alas, I long for the innocent days of yore, a simpler time, when life was never so complicated. A world full of “swimmin” holes, Saturday barn dances, and moon light walks. A more noble age, where, after some Wall Street scumbag obliterated someone else’s life savings, they at least had the decency to jump out of a fucking window, thereby doing their bit to reduce the potential homeless problem. Now, all they have to do is sell the yacht. Boo fucking hoo.