UPDATE: I saved a draft of this post and neglected to post it while MW2 was still away. Then he came back home, and well, my priorities weren’t exactly with posting on the blog. At any rate, here is the third and final day of Key West…
So by now you know the drill. No intro needed. Let’s get it on:
I know what you’re thinking. It was a rough day in paradise, what with the blue skies, the white sand, the tranquil ocean, the Hitchcockian number of seagulls. Yeah…uh, could you pass the rum?
Wow. Yeah, the boyfriend was really suffering. It was a horrible day in paradise, clearly. Must be terrible to be in such a warm, sunshiney place…
Well now here’s a tragedy. Traffic gets so thick in the Keys; you just have the WORST time pulling your ship into port. I mean, seriously. Do you know how difficult it is to navigate a three mast mini pirate ship through all that congestion? And then you always get some soccer mom in a pontoon boat who thinks she owns the bay! I swear – Black Beard is probably rolling in his grave. Stupid soccer moms in pontoon boats…
As if things couldn’t get any worse, the Jolly Green Giant’s mistress has clearly misplaced her shoe. I hear queens of a drag variety partied in this one night, and I’m guessing the JGG’s mistress will probably not be wanting it now. Although you could probably see that building from space…
Oh wow. Somebody really got confused. He thought they said “freaks-who-think-they’re-really-vampires tour,” not ghosts for the beach tourists tour! Lestat here clearly thinks he’s too cool for school, what with his glasses and pimp cane. Silly vampire wannabes…
And this hereby concludes the Key Western artistic adventures of MW^2. We’ll have more pictures of our shenanigans soon!
