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Three guys went out fishing along with a couple, three cases of ice-cold bottled beer. so they're out there all goddamn day catching nothing but one hell of a buzz under the hot sun. At one point, one of the tipsy trio stands up to take a leak, loses his balance and flips head over heels right over the side of the boat into the water, and starts to sink.
The other two bozos are so blasted that they don't even notice their buddy has jumped ship until maybe a half-hour later. No sooner do they realize that they're no longer three men in a tub, but two, than do they dive into the water and frantically grope around for the missing mariner. Eventually, one of the loopy lifeguards grabs ahold of his buddy down deep, hauls him into the boat and commences with the mouth-to-mouth.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he says, recoiling in revulsion. "I don't remember Corky's breath stinking to the high heaven like this, do you?"
And the other guy says, "Fock no. And not only that. I don't remember him wearing that snowmobile suit, either!"
The other two bozos are so blasted that they don't even notice their buddy has jumped ship until maybe a half-hour later. No sooner do they realize that they're no longer three men in a tub, but two, than do they dive into the water and frantically grope around for the missing mariner. Eventually, one of the loopy lifeguards grabs ahold of his buddy down deep, hauls him into the boat and commences with the mouth-to-mouth.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he says, recoiling in revulsion. "I don't remember Corky's breath stinking to the high heaven like this, do you?"
And the other guy says, "Fock no. And not only that. I don't remember him wearing that snowmobile suit, either!"
