less than a minute later my pack was off and i was in that crack and trying to crawl through holes in rocks and then dicking around on the rest of the rocks for a half an hour.
At Port Washington, near Milwaukee, there's some sort of structure extending out into the lake and it's made out of gigantic boulders. I'm fairly sure it's for waves, but people fish off of it. I have vivid memories of going there as a kid, as my parents fished, and peering down into the fascinating caves you could see through the crevices. I always wished I could get away from my parents and slip down through a crack to play down there. It's probably a good thing I never did.
less than a minute later my pack was off and i was in that crack and trying to crawl through holes in rocks and then dicking around on the rest of the rocks for a half an hour.
Looking for a good place to hide the chopped up body of the dead hooker in his pack.
less than a minute later my pack was off and i was in that crack and trying to crawl through holes in rocks and then dicking around on the rest of the rocks for a half an hour.
Since working at the cave, I can't really just pass up a large pile of rocks or anything like that, I have to go around looking for places I can easily climb up and any holes I could get into/through. My catch-phrase for this trip was "My name is Marshall and I love rocks."
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