We sold our beloved jetski. We also parted with our little Stinger wakeboard. We're pretty sure it went to a good home.
To all who were privileged to know the pup,
Today will forever be known as "pupstar day." The day in which the pupstar went the way of the gold bug, the maroon mustang, lacy the yellow lab, ralph the duck, and glee canyon.
Tears were shed, filthy lucre was exchanged, and last goodbyes were said.
Aboard this vessel, raging winds and swells were conquered, roosters were snuffed, romances were formed, bad-boys were consumed, lips were split, flags and wakeskates were lost, and an under age Rob was accompanied by his friends all in the "matter of duty".
The pup endured much: being attacked by Derek's foot as it innocently made its way into the water, being wrapped and sprayed in all manner of stickers and silver spray paint, being tossed onto the street, and being muscled by Pat.
The pup was pulled by and placed in the bed of the best of vehicles: the dark crystal, the white truck, jeep 1, jeep 2, big red devo edition, and others in what is the endless fleet of stephens vehicles.
In its infinite wisdom, the pup taught us many tricks, flips, ollies, and shuvs—a number of sliders were built to its name.
From the shores of Lake Mead, the ressy, bear lake, deer creek, jordanelle, rockin' r ranch, starvation, parowan, the provo river, and its home in Utah lake, the pup has pulled the best of the best without as much as a whimper. "It was good to all who were good to it."
May its legacy live forever,
Sincerely and with deep regret,
Deven and Shell
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