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Whoh! I just got attacked by a tiny little scorpion!
"...It's the small one's that you have to worry about!"
The other night me and Ryan went and "acquired" ourselves a canoe, in which we quickly found a shovel and an extremely make-shift paddle w/ a huge hole in it to motor. We then preceded to shove off under the cover of darkness, and made our way south along the bay. Soon after, we spotted lights from some sort of vehicle shining right on the shore where we had just been. Paddled harder. We got stuck on a sandbar with some shady hobo along the shore watching us struggle to get off of. We then drifted into an inlet and parked our little love-boat in some mansion's back yard (we were only around private beaches, but this was the closest spot to my house).
After, we strolled to my house, and talked Bret into letting us use his car to take the thing to this mysterious island off Siesta. Strapped down the muther with extension cord, picked up some brewskis (Polish for beer), then headed across town. We set down on this unusually high dock on the southside of the bridge and had to lower the canoe down. The current was rough, but we fought it, and eventually made it there within several minutes, me in the back, Ryan in front, Bret in the middle with the beer.
When we finally got there it was so worth it. We spent practically the whole night there. Just hanging, running around, what have you.
Around 4, and when we finally figured we were too drunk to go back, but if we didn't right then we would pass out, we headed back. This time it was a little more difficult, with me in the front, I was having a hard time with the shovel. We did several circles before making it within 10 feet of the dock. Meanwhile, Bret was getting anxious, or kidding around, or both, but he kept on standing up, or leaning, or swaying back & forth, probably just because we were screaming at him not to.
Suddenly, almost within arm's reach of safety. It happened, I guess Bret got his wish, because we violently flipped over in a hail of beer bottles and cans, boxes, 1 shoe, 1 paddle, a shovel, and 3 bodies. The first thing in my head was "SHARKS". We were all clamoring for the top of the dock, and I was looking for my shoe, when Bret used the floating canoe as a boost and sprung up to the edge, then preceded to pull us up while at least four silhouetted fishermen on the dock stared (probably laughing their asses off, but I couldn't hear, but more importantly, not helping).
We all looked at our hands, which were extremely cut up by the razor-sharp barnacles on the side of the ramparts. Ran to the car, and spraying blood all over the thing, sped home with Ryan driving. It never seemed like I had been in a car driving so unappropriately fast. But I was too scared for my life to tell him to stop.
By morning it all seemed like a dream, besides the fact that my hands were bleeding, my cell-phone was dead, and I was missing one of my new shoes.
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Wow! There was a lot of typos on this post. I had to type fast 'cause my lap-top was dying.
I'll be in Tallahassee tonight. Hope to see you all.
"...It's the small one's that you have to worry about!"
The other night me and Ryan went and "acquired" ourselves a canoe, in which we quickly found a shovel and an extremely make-shift paddle w/ a huge hole in it to motor. We then preceded to shove off under the cover of darkness, and made our way south along the bay. Soon after, we spotted lights from some sort of vehicle shining right on the shore where we had just been. Paddled harder. We got stuck on a sandbar with some shady hobo along the shore watching us struggle to get off of. We then drifted into an inlet and parked our little love-boat in some mansion's back yard (we were only around private beaches, but this was the closest spot to my house).
After, we strolled to my house, and talked Bret into letting us use his car to take the thing to this mysterious island off Siesta. Strapped down the muther with extension cord, picked up some brewskis (Polish for beer), then headed across town. We set down on this unusually high dock on the southside of the bridge and had to lower the canoe down. The current was rough, but we fought it, and eventually made it there within several minutes, me in the back, Ryan in front, Bret in the middle with the beer.
When we finally got there it was so worth it. We spent practically the whole night there. Just hanging, running around, what have you.
Around 4, and when we finally figured we were too drunk to go back, but if we didn't right then we would pass out, we headed back. This time it was a little more difficult, with me in the front, I was having a hard time with the shovel. We did several circles before making it within 10 feet of the dock. Meanwhile, Bret was getting anxious, or kidding around, or both, but he kept on standing up, or leaning, or swaying back & forth, probably just because we were screaming at him not to.
Suddenly, almost within arm's reach of safety. It happened, I guess Bret got his wish, because we violently flipped over in a hail of beer bottles and cans, boxes, 1 shoe, 1 paddle, a shovel, and 3 bodies. The first thing in my head was "SHARKS". We were all clamoring for the top of the dock, and I was looking for my shoe, when Bret used the floating canoe as a boost and sprung up to the edge, then preceded to pull us up while at least four silhouetted fishermen on the dock stared (probably laughing their asses off, but I couldn't hear, but more importantly, not helping).
We all looked at our hands, which were extremely cut up by the razor-sharp barnacles on the side of the ramparts. Ran to the car, and spraying blood all over the thing, sped home with Ryan driving. It never seemed like I had been in a car driving so unappropriately fast. But I was too scared for my life to tell him to stop.
By morning it all seemed like a dream, besides the fact that my hands were bleeding, my cell-phone was dead, and I was missing one of my new shoes.
-edit-
Wow! There was a lot of typos on this post. I had to type fast 'cause my lap-top was dying.
I'll be in Tallahassee tonight. Hope to see you all.