Off the coast of Mexico, Thursday night
It was an awkward situation. GOB had only heard the news reports after he brought a hooker onto his yacht.
"Look, I'm not kidnapping you! I'm keeping you away from the pig flu!" GOB explained. This didn't seem to comfort the woman. "What, no habla English? What kind of hooker are you? Come on!" And that's when the slapping started. GOB brought his arms up to cover his face. "What? I'm trying to keep you healthy! The least you can do is give me a freebie as payback!"
The slapping continued. "Look, I'll drop you off when we get to Venezuela!" GOB was heading to the Panama Canal. Venezuela was a little farther south than he was going.
Geography was never GOB's strong suit.
[OOC: It's still April!]
"Look, I'm not kidnapping you! I'm keeping you away from the pig flu!" GOB explained. This didn't seem to comfort the woman. "What, no habla English? What kind of hooker are you? Come on!" And that's when the slapping started. GOB brought his arms up to cover his face. "What? I'm trying to keep you healthy! The least you can do is give me a freebie as payback!"
The slapping continued. "Look, I'll drop you off when we get to Venezuela!" GOB was heading to the Panama Canal. Venezuela was a little farther south than he was going.
Geography was never GOB's strong suit.
[OOC: It's still April!]