A Mini Pirate Excursion
Arrr me maties. I went water skiing today for the first time in years. Even better, it was with a group of extremely retarded but equally entertaining coworkers/friends. The boat held a crew of six and never was there a more qualified bunch of blaggards to man such a ridiculously fast boat filled with booze. Ok, so we were only qualified for the booze aspect...but isn't that what being a pirate is all about. That still doesn't change the fact that the boat was fast though. How fast? It was capable of generating more G's than that time Porky Pig tried out to be the spokes pig for Frosted Flakes (take that Dennis Miller).
Anyways, we all took a turn at skiing but some were more successful than others. Some members of the group didn't do so well due to injury. Others didn't do so well because they didn't see signs on the wake board that said "For use by EXPERT skiers only." But we all had fun and we all looked like idiots together.
Then there was dinner. We pulled up to some restaurant on the lake and ate fried shrimp, fried oysters, fried crab cakes, fried catfish, fried hush puppies, fried fried stuff, etc. The best part of dinner was feeding the mutant catfish that were swimming just off of the dock. They ate everything except the coleslaw. And when I say everything, I mean that they even ate the chunks of fried catfish that we threw in the water....thats just wrong. Here fishy fishy fishy, have some soylent fishfood. Do you think that they even would have cared if they knew? Im guessing no.
Anyways, we all took a turn at skiing but some were more successful than others. Some members of the group didn't do so well due to injury. Others didn't do so well because they didn't see signs on the wake board that said "For use by EXPERT skiers only." But we all had fun and we all looked like idiots together.
Then there was dinner. We pulled up to some restaurant on the lake and ate fried shrimp, fried oysters, fried crab cakes, fried catfish, fried hush puppies, fried fried stuff, etc. The best part of dinner was feeding the mutant catfish that were swimming just off of the dock. They ate everything except the coleslaw. And when I say everything, I mean that they even ate the chunks of fried catfish that we threw in the water....thats just wrong. Here fishy fishy fishy, have some soylent fishfood. Do you think that they even would have cared if they knew? Im guessing no.
After dinner we went zipping back across the lake in the dark making pirate jokes and being generally obnoxious. This would have been even more entertaining if I had not been in wet shorts for over 3 hours. There is nothing good about being in wet shorts for that long. NOTHING. But that was only a minor problem and really didn't detract from the evening all that much. Getting stuck in TN for an extra day ended up being not so bad. I still stand by my last post though. They can all still choke on the purple berries.
