A Wet N Wild Day At Square Mile Park
Yesterday, the 18 year old and I attended a picnic/potluck thrown by one of her friends over at Square Mile Park—a simple park in Orange County that stays true to its name; the perimeter of the park is one mile. The summer was winding down and, although I was lazy at first, I needed to get out and enjoy some sunshine. I smoked a bowl while the 18 year old made spaghetti for our share of the food being brought.
When we arrived at the busy park, it was easy to find our party because they were the group of youngans who blasted their music and had water balloons in one hand while pounding down a beer in the other. This reminded me of my generation gap, but my “girlfriend” was enthused about getting wet and having some fun and so was I. I needed to relive the glory days and be reminded that acting like a kid every now and then makes life worth living.
Before we could get our hands on some ammo, water balloons came zooming our way. The 18 year old was quick enough to dodge them (and she didn’t have the pot of spaghetti to carry either), but I felt the wrath of 3 balloons splashing me from different angles. For a split second I was kinda irked at the fact that these “kids” had the nerve to blast me with balloons without even knowing who the fuck I was, but I quickly felt comfortable with the fact they could do that—it was an acceptance ritual. And I accepted the challenge.
I am a motherfuckin marksman when it comes to launchin water balloons towards my target and I had a few broads to soak in mind—they were all young women who wore white tight shirts. There were no prisoners being held as I drenched my prey in water and gave them the PinkandPerfect.com look. Nipples were popping out everywhere and I showed no favoritism as I splashed my “girlfriend’s” crotch. It was fun, fun, fun, in the warm California sun.
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