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The group activity this year was one of those fishing excursions where a local restaurant would cook up whatever you caught. So the guys decided to make a pact: if you didn't catch a fish, you didn't get to eat dinner that night. The pressure was immense, especially after Heather W. caught seven mangrove snapper (the other three girls combined for a total of zero fish).
Eventually Bull and I each caught a couple of snapper, while Reid seemed headed for a diet of Coronas. And then this happened:
At breakfast that morning (Reid wasn't with us) Bull called the fishing company and explained our plan. Their exact response: "you want to do what?!?" When Bull told them that our friend was black, all you could hear was laughter coming out of the phone. Then we had the issue of finding the damn thing at a grocery store (not as easy as you'd think in Key West), getting it on the boat, putting it in the water and weighing it down without Reid seeing it.
Anyway, big thanks to Reid for having a sense of humor... and putting up with the politically incorrect assholes he calls "friends."
6 comments:
Holy crap!
Are you F#@King with me?
Look at him...he loves it...just like it says in the encyclopedia.
Nice work, DPT! once agin, you cannot be trusted. Haha
One of our finer pranks given the limited planning time. Great job Alison selling the "I'm a girl and don't know what to do" and lucky Reid had a tangled reel I needed to clear at just the right time, which freed him to rush over like a hero.
My blackness won't allow me to laugh at this.
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