I haven't been posting or commenting much the last few weeks. I haven't been up to it and I am trying to enjoy the summer. What I have been doing of all things is Instagram. The wife turned me on to it and she posts up a storm. It is easier than blogging since you just take a photo and post a couple of sentences. What pissed her off was that she has been doing it for years and got only 500 or so followers and I am doing it for a week and got 186 already. Now most of them seem to be cat fishing me. I guess they see an old guy and want to take him for all his money. Little do they know that I don't have any!
I have been trying to make it fun and post interesting photos. People like this one. I call it fat Gilligan. "I ain't you're little buddy!"
So follow me on Instagram if you want. I want to have 1000 followers so I win a cookie or something.
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Isn't that a guy with an ivory peg leg and a harpoon in the distance there?
Shouldn't you be returned back to the sea so your skin doesn't burn and can breath more easily?
You don't need any more freakin' cookies, but how can we follow you? Ahab followed you and you know how that shit turned out. There are about a thousand mooks on there with your name.
I must go down to the sea again,
The lonely sea and the sky,
All I ask is a tall ship,
And a star to steer her by.
The one and only TY.
Sheee-it - now I am following TrooperYorkie.
TrooperYorkie.
Yip, Yap and a Yup!
I'm thinking of starting an Instagram account just to post photos of fake drinks. Nothing but fake drinks that look real.
Go for it - what's the worst that could happen, you might get more followers than TrooperYorkie.
I'm thinking of starting an Instagram account just to post photos of fake drinks. Nothing but fake drinks that look real.
Do it, Do it, Do it. Or whatever it is that gets chanted with beer chugging. I'm out of that loop now. Seems fittin' though that some kind of turn around or pun be worked in with the naming of an account for the posting of fake drinks.
IIRC, the first fake drink you made was served over at Trooper York's place. That you now have enough to post is testimony to something fake but good.
Is that a local beach, Troop? The sand doesn’t look white enough for FLA.
The sea turtle trapped in the barstool that floated ashore yesterday in Miami seems more of a fit and a draw than the loft of rigging and stars. That said, what I noticed at the end of Sea Fever was the mention made of merry yarns and laughing fellow rovers (to continue the dog theme) and it's fun to see and hear of Lisa giving you another thump of life through Instagram to invite more yarns and laughter.
Seems like us old post-surgery guys are just going to seed.
Of course, the only real reason you want 1000 followers is to tick off Miss LeeLee.
PS Call me Ishamael
Or you can call me Ray or you can call me Jay or You can call me Johnny or you can call me Sonny...
Stay out of the ocean. Once you enter the water and it's up to your knees, you move to the bottom of the food chain.
That's good advice, AllenS, never thought of it that way. You look relaxed, Troop.
Rabel, Thanks for the link. I'm following under one of nom de plume Facebook accounts.
Watch your blow hole. Kramer is driving some balls off the bluffs.
213 followers as of right this minute.
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