Sunday morning I got a call from my neighbor Bob, the Dock Rodeoer, who tells me he rodeo'd a dock off the river yesterday, and he thinks I should have it onnacounta he already has a swell rodeo'd dock in front of his place.
I launched Sweet Marie above Hood and met Bob at the dock corral, hitched up and headed down river.
As it is made of concrete, turning was hard without Bob using my oar as rudder.
As you can see, she fits neatly between my pilings, and rides quite level.
The river giveth and the river taketh away. I now have a good giveth. 
10 comments:
It looks so tiny there. Maybe you should build a rilly nice big one and use that as a stepping stone to get to it.
Hick Dickory
Swell Phfrankie! What a stroke of luck. If it holds two chairs, a cooler and a dog then it's big enough.
it's a start...congratulations!
I WAS gonna ask, What's Up, Doc...but that would be too corny, huh...
Hey...what's up with your Pen Pals? Got eggs? Got cluck fer a buck? (to "coin" a phFraze)Waddaya...Chicken to say?
SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!
OMfuckingG.
Brilliant. No moss grows between your toes does it, Phfrankeee?
Give Bob a raise!! er, tell him he's hired, er do something nice for him. Ha!
...you got that right, wReggie!
Of course you should swing a hammock out there.
umbrella drinks!...WHILST wearing Moo Moos...what thinketh, MicMeisterSchpeilen?
and, Dice...I like the way you edit-IN, the bbbhhhad words...change NOT, a thing!
Bitchin...
How does it stay ther and not get rodeoed away?
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