Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

Boob Cruise Paradise Pt. 3

What did it mean to sail on the Boob Cruise? It meant staggering to couch each evening at four a.m. and awakening up 2 hours later for some other day of act and a new island. It meant eating at a busy table of big boobed shipmates where there’s at no time a silent moment. It meant dancing with a scantily-clad gal who laughed when her bigger in size than standard titties fell with out her dress. It meant looking at a pure darksome sky and noticing the stars love by no means previous to. It meant the heady scent of suntan lotion and sweat emanating from suntanned girl-flesh. It meant living in your own separate world, and whatever was happening back home, well, that did not matter. The ship was the world.

This ship, the Star Clipper, sailed to Anguilla, Prickly Pear Island, St. Maarten, Tortola, Virgin Gorda and other islands that majority people know about merely from travel magazines and television.

This leg of Boob Cruise Paradise kicks off with the morning aerobics class on deck. This every single day workout was open to everybody although most of the bucks were still sleeping off the previous night or on their second cup of coffee. Numerous were on the sidelines watching the bigger in size than run of the mill gracious unveil as the angels in their skimpy Health Exotic dancing club hawt raiment moved in unison. Morning and early afternoon photo discharges were the order of the day, both on the deck and on Virgin Gorda. The evening was for dinner followed by disrobe exposes performed by the high reaching exotic dancers and then climaxing with partying all over the ship until early morning. The booze and the pointer sisters flowed freely.

Wrote Chuck, returning passenger and the ship’s log slaver that year, “To be appropriately blunt, and from talking to the bucks, I suppose I speak for everyone who went on Boob Cruise ’98, the only bad thing about this complete week is leaving! I swear, if somebody were to handcuff all of the passengers and angels to the ship and hand me the key, I’d toss it overboard!”

“I tell everybody that Boob Cruise ’98 was the wildest week of my life,” recalled passenger P.R. “And that includes innumerable Mardi Gras, fraternity parties, bachelor parties and other parties. I came for the sweethearts, and they were anything I thought they’d be and more, but I also enjoyed my stay due to the great bucks I met on the Cruise, the SCORE employees and the whole sailing experience!”

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