The new Tube driver Massey and I have a special code when he drives by after dropping folks into the creek at the end of my street.

The thing is, I like to see women in bikinis. That's not bad, I don't consider myself weird, just being an old man who ain't getting nuttin, trying to remember what it was like!

If he honks twice as he rolls on by while leaving my street, it means that if I choose to, I can mosey down behind my house to the creek, and ogle a hot bikini or two, from up on the bank.

It takes a group about ten minutes to make it to my vantage point, time enough to fill my cup, put my shades on, and walk down.

Most times the groups don't see me at all. They've just finished navigating the low spot in the creek and are focusing on getting back into their tubes in deeper water. It's the spot where a lot of people get totally wet, trying to get back into the tube, and fliping over.

It's quite entertaining, especially if they're wearing skimpy bikinis. One day I heard something behind me, coming from my neighbor Daniel's kitchen window. He was yelling You old pervert, over and over. Lick the top of my head, mf!

If any of my limited friends and family consider this out of line, please hit me up! Otherwise, I just got a double honk and I'm heading on down!