The memories

Rocco, remember that time when we went down to the Florida Keys and paid a Cuban immigrant $500 for a glass bottom boat adventure that was advertised on a bathroom wall at a gas station bathroom? Remember how we assumed that the man was going to take you out in the ocean and you would be able to see fish, shipwrecks, etc. through a glass bottom of a boat? Remember how surprised we both were when the man kicked us in our tiny balls and then wrapped Saran Wrap around our faces and then took a dump onto the Saran Wrap? Remember when the man said, "Hey boys, does ju like dat glass bottom boat, maricón?" Remember how we enjoyed the experience more than if we had gone out on an actual boat? Remember how we both thought it was the best $500 that we had ever spent? We sure were  demented faggots that time!