Since you asked nicely... remember, I've only started it...
It was 2AM and pitch black. No moon , no stars. Impossible to see. Driving rain. Howling wind. The boat bucked and lurched like a rodeo bull foaming at the mouth on PCP. Cold. Bone chilling cold. Like how your hand gets when you’re rooting around in the half-melted ice in the bottom of the cooler for that last can of Old Milwaukee. But no time for happy memories now. Must focus. No time now for distractions.
He trimmed harder. Lines groaned. He groaned. Just a bit more. He could feel its effect now. A little bit more - not too much though. “If in doubt, let it out†was the old saw. Yes – that was it - perfect! Finally, he got his pipe berth in just the right position and drifted off into a psychotic slumber filled with visions of places he’d been and people he’d known, like that one barmaid he met during a stop on that delivery from Montserrat to Caracas, who asked if she could come along because she wanted to see her sister Cecilia who was going to be married next month to the son of the outhouse builder the next village over but she didn’t really like him but went along with it because she read in an old copy of “New Yorker†magazine about a guy who became fabulously wealthy by building buildings and making “developments†and so she knew in the deepest places of her heart that Rodrigo would well and truly be the “Donaldo Trump†of the Venezualan countryside. Sure, they would have to start small, maybe only a two-placer – but then, by employing a modular concept, they could grow and grow and grow…
This one is to easy to laugh at.
He trimmed harder. He groaned. He had his pipe in the birthing position.
Do Joe's ramblings remind you of Mr. J. Peterman?
Cecilia who was going to be married next month to the son of the outhouse builder the next village over but she didn’t really like him but went along with it because she read in an old copy of “New Yorker†magazine about a guy who became fabulously wealthy by building buildings and making “developments†and so she knew in the deepest places of her heart that Rodrigo would well and truly be the “Donaldo Trump†of the Venezualan countryside. Sure, they would have to start small, maybe only a two-placer – but then, by employing a modular concept, they could grow and grow and grow. With all of this growing one can sure use a pair of J Peterman Strech Cargo Pants, available in M, L, XL and 2XL.
Hahaha