valleychamp wrote:
Its a sad story actually. He had spent much of that boat ride trying to find someone to take his picture but was greeted with, "get the hell away from me," and "when will you be bringing out the stuffed mushrooms?" So what is an enterprising, young, fat necked doof to do? He scoured the deck to find the perfect place to set his camera up where he could position himself casually against a railing with proof that he had overcome his crippling fear of being more than 15 minutes away from a Wendy's. After several attempts and several deleted photos with blurry images of people walking in front of him he saw his chance. Nobody was coming so he set the timer and rushed back to his spot. His mind was racing as he repeated to himself, "act cool, don't smile." In his haste he hadn't noticed that he spilled his reisling, but by the time he did, it was too late. The authorities had been alerted to the mess he had made in the restroom and was forced to remain in custody for the remainder of the harbor tour.
