It’s not what you think, you naughty imp.
I’m actually taking my mother out to shop for a new mower. Legit. So today I’m going to introduce you to an equally naughty lakeside bar and grill on Lake of the Ozarks, Docknockers.
They are sort of famous for their very risqué lake innuendo humor, so I decided to stop by and take stock of what’s selling over there. As I was checking it out, this dude got in my way. And really, look at him. It was impossible to not stop and get his story.
His cropped tank top says, “I Heart Gas Hole.” My towel says, “Sorry we fucked on your boat.” It’s a gift.
What do you need, I’ll hook you up.
I’m basically giving you a photo album of what is available for purchase at Docknockers. There is no need for further commentary. If Mom or her four friends who read this blog comment on this Whoreticulture spectacle, I will select three people to purchase something for you from Docknockers when I’m there in the next month. I’ll announce the winners next week.
Lakes are hosts to strange Lake Culture.
Perhaps after seeing this debauchery you need a drink? Or maybe “Sink the Pink” won’t cure your dehydration and dizziness.
Shirts are gross but their hot pretzels and beer are good.
If you are a “winner” - and we use that term loosely - you can choose between one of these items or a Bible and some hand sanitizer.
Happy Whoreticulture Friday, Gentle Wifers.