Born to be Wet
Get your shorts loud, your stance loose. There’s no throttle, just rhythm—paddle striking water like a drumbeat for the untamed.
You weren’t made for cubicles or dry socks. You were made to drift past rules, stir reflections, and leave behind ripples with attitude.
No roadmap, no dry spell. Just sunburn, spray, and swagger. This isn’t leisure—it’s liberty. The water doesn’t care who you are, only that you showed up bold.
Born to be wet? Hell, yeah!
Born to be Wet
Get your shorts loud, your stance loose. There’s no throttle, just rhythm—paddle striking water like a drumbeat for the untamed.
You weren’t made for cubicles or dry socks. You were made to drift past rules, stir reflections, and leave behind ripples with attitude.
No roadmap, no dry spell. Just sunburn, spray, and swagger. This isn’t leisure—it’s liberty. The water doesn’t care who you are, only that you showed up bold.
Born to be wet? Hell, yeah!