Thanks for stopping by for the final installment of sponges, something about which you’d never thought you’d waste five seconds of your (mostly half-lived) life reading. Fried shrimp and tobacco never looked so fun. One thing I’ve discovered is that the writers at NG were pretty clever. I especially enjoyed this reference to “Milady’s bath.” And now to the weird part of the Tarpon Springs culture, where young men (and future sponge-divers) dive into frosty January waters to retrieve an emblem. You know, like Labradors do. To the winner, go the spoils. You’d think having washboard abs is its own reward, but evidently the blessing was nice, too. Well, I hope you absorbed all that. Like. A. Sponge. Come on; I had to.
Old Greeks And Hookah Pipes