Our options limited, we decided to hitch a ride down that mighty river on the first vessel that would have us. Luckily we were picked up by a benevolent Buccaneer, Cap’n Ca$h and his majestic seabeast. We agreed to work for Cap’n Ca$h in payment for our safe passage to the West Coast. Russ took the poopdeck, Joel shivered the timbers, while I rodgered a couple jollys. With our rations already low and after what seemed like Minutes of back-breaking labor, we all three passed out in the hot sun.
We slept through the entire three hour tour and awoke at our new home, Morgan’s Pier, California. It’s not so different here than in South Philly. Everyone talks the same. They still have water ice, soft pretzels, and Little Baby’s Ice Cream. It’s almost like being back home in Philadelphia. We quickly found a job at a local bar on the Ocean front…coincidentally called Morgan’s Pier. So if you find yourself in our part of the world, swing by and have a party with us.
This week we have a very special guest - Michael Prince!!!
~~~RockTits! Every Wednesday~~~
Morgan’s Pier
221 N. Columbus Boulevard
FREEEEEEEEE
with your tits:
Joel Flood. Russell Alexander. Steven Vena.




