It all started on day, back in the early 00's. It was a quiet day in suburban MN when I ventured to the local pool supply store. The day included hitting things with an electrified bug swatter, and maybe checking out the sweet ass holland grills, and ripping on starite. It was a glorious day. And that's why I became a pilot. I mean pool lover. Sometimes I forget what I do for a living. Build houses? Fly airplanes? Love pools? Or D, all of the above. It's D.
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