Do you call me a griefer because I swim a la look-at-me-swimming-with-an-upsided-belly? Well, “good grief” is certainly the right call regarding those who cannot see the porpoise in fun.
Please do not think, though, of my actions as those of a makebate; you are free to finesse these depths with your dorsal pointing back at the day’s rays.
Oh, hey, by the way, did you know that if you ever develop a gulosity for fish so much so that you find yourself chewing down a barrel of mackerel a day, that surfing downside up prevents you from throwing in the same direction?
As well, please know that I both can and do flip to the other side for forwarding. In fact, the spinners are inaugurating me into their club as sea-cretary of stealth and spinning services, a position that requires a well-rounded perspective. Let me know if you are ever interested in joining. ; )