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Interesting answers chief, looking a bit hopped up in your latest photo, how are the pain meds goin
Hope you'll be well enough for the potters wheel soon
I started snorkelling as a child, when the lack or knowledge of the sea had me anxious
and I was big, and used to breathe a lot, and wearing only swimmers when something
brushed against my leg I would get the heebie jeebies and shudder and breathe more
And then I got bigger as teenagehood hit me, and a guy Herbie Polzer had some gear
but only one set, but that was ok as he was always drinking, and instead would take us
out on his boat with him fishing and drinking and me learning to dive basic gear no bc
So what made me anxious about that is that Herbie tied a rope around my waist smart
you see Herb was a tennant of my mothers in a block of flats we had by the sea, and if
and if he had lost me he'd be out, and my mother would probably kill me, for what we
guys were doing but she wouldn't really she trusted me, had bought my mask and fins
Anyway I got fitter accustomed, breathing went down but then I was always in with the
ocean pushing me around or I was rushing with breathing up and got bigger tanks and
breathing same with more air now as I gracefully age I don't know what I am breathing
But everyone else seems to want to know
Yeah rope around my waist, but with an approved pull signalling system, firmly in place
that Herbie and I approved
just involved in some stuff at home at the moment, post will be concluded soon thanks
one would hope
Hope you'll be well enough for the potters wheel soon
I started snorkelling as a child, when the lack or knowledge of the sea had me anxious
and I was big, and used to breathe a lot, and wearing only swimmers when something
brushed against my leg I would get the heebie jeebies and shudder and breathe more
And then I got bigger as teenagehood hit me, and a guy Herbie Polzer had some gear
but only one set, but that was ok as he was always drinking, and instead would take us
out on his boat with him fishing and drinking and me learning to dive basic gear no bc
So what made me anxious about that is that Herbie tied a rope around my waist smart
you see Herb was a tennant of my mothers in a block of flats we had by the sea, and if
and if he had lost me he'd be out, and my mother would probably kill me, for what we
guys were doing but she wouldn't really she trusted me, had bought my mask and fins
Anyway I got fitter accustomed, breathing went down but then I was always in with the
ocean pushing me around or I was rushing with breathing up and got bigger tanks and
breathing same with more air now as I gracefully age I don't know what I am breathing
But everyone else seems to want to know
Yeah rope around my waist, but with an approved pull signalling system, firmly in place
that Herbie and I approved
just involved in some stuff at home at the moment, post will be concluded soon thanks
one would hope