My dear nephew,
I was so saddened to hear you were not a windsurfer, I knew it was too good to be true, such a brilliant mind, wit, probably very handsome, chicks hanging off you, loaded, I was thinking a few crumbs coming my way would be nice, thank god the wife's not looking over my shoulder

, tho I said to her I may have made a new friend on the forum and that we may become a significant chick magnet force and that I may not be as available to provide her with the services she has been accostomed to, and she replied "Yeh, Whatever Clown!", Translation: Yeh = Yes, Whatever = I can do whaever I want, and Clown = her "pet" name for me.
Now that I know you kite, I have to revise my fantasy, You'll probably boost airs right over the top of me, chicks will look and marvel at you, while thinking who's that fat middle aged bastard getting in that spunk's way, wish he'd phuck off


However, "viva la differans", There are great kiting spots here in M, which I am happy to show you.
Cum on down you dark creature, I just may not be able to bathe in your reflected glory like I was hoping to, and pick off the dregs, Oh Well at least the wife will be happy

Hardie (Board Butcher and Reef Magnet)