Ok I"m not near as think as you drunk I am...
I often stand there, beer in hand, kids screaming, stereo blasting, proudly examining the MASSIVE flow rate of my ballast system sucking the river level down so quickly that guys are panicking and kicking over sand chairs to go push their boats out and reset their anchors. I gaze down the beach for exactly 7.32457 minutes and wonder if any of the bikini clad women on the beach are admiring my system too. Typically when a cute blond in neon pink looks up and starts to smile I snap back to reality, most often from a smack up side the head from an irritated wife or daughter, and realize the rear compartment is popping open and the side wall is bowed over so far it's starting to melt against the exhaust manifolds and the rudder is firmly embedded in the sand; I figure the bags are about full. Okay maybe 95%ish. Time to chug the last of this beer and go surfing.
Wow, talk about a deja vu
I admire, and sometimes question, the dedication and enthusiasm that goes into flow testing the different possible setups. But any guy who's bragging about how big his Johnson is,,,, well to that I say
'my pump's bigger than yers'