So ol’ Bobby and ol’ Jerry slog through the razor sharp coral, lift the boat, Bobby hops on real quick, Jerry continues to push and hurray! We’re off.
But wait! We’re stuck in the mangrove.
No problem. We have beer and cigarettes and cell phones. Let’s just sit here a spell and the water’ll lift us right off ‘er. How you girls doin’?
So after the requisite number of cigarettes and beers and a pointed ‘we need to get back’, ol’ Bobby and ol’ Jerry slog through the razor sharp saw grass and get us going.
At the end Marsha and I sigh in appreciation of our life and Bobby and Jerry crack another beer.