"Where the fuck did you learn to shoot a gun like that?" GOB asked his yacht as the bus headed out from the terminal ( Read more... )

When GOB stopped in Acapulco to stock up on supplies (by which he meant 'whores'), he docked a bit offshore because the local pimps remembered him from a previous trip and he didn't want to die.

That made things interesting this morning, because GOB woke up in the ocean. A man with a perm and orange shorts was swimming him back to shore. "I didn't ( Read more... )