I can never stay awake on boats. Sometimes if I stay up front, I can. But not usually. And not his trip either. Because of an unfortunate coincidence, I awoke to find myself repeatedly catching muliple feet of air and slamming into various parts of the boat. The unfortunate coincidence part was Ken felt the need to drive like a maniac. This shot of my unbloodied foot will be submitted as the 'before' picture during his upcoming trial. The charge: negligent boating while crackheaded in the third degree.
This house had both a wedding chapel AND a knife throwing school. Complete with a red target wheel and a fiberglass cow. I don't even know what to say. I got nothing.
No comments:
Post a Comment