Went back to an oldie that Dickman said was still going. D-Rock takes care of frontside duties.
There was some light shining on the session.
Hoss, patented concentrated tail scrape.
This smelled as bad as it looked.
After a good session, hit up jets. It's rad that Master Pools all have serial #s.
Three- or four-year-old evidence still stands.
Jets is the name of this one, for obvious reasons. Obstacle course. Baby loaf -- easy cool deck lip, rounded off on the bottom side. Snowbird dwelling. Heard a siren at the end of the alley, saw a cop truck turn right instead of left towards us, and slowly cruise up the street. Thought they were onto us, better to play it safe, so we boogied. Got some lemonade from some 12-year-old girls saving money for Disneyland. They got a ways to go, and the lemonade was warm.
Stopped off for a quick brew, and another oldie looks like it might be ready. Killer orange tile.
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