We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast for a special report.
I totally puked.
That’s right. I up chucked. I vommed. I hurled. I lost my lunch (technically it was just bile and a couple crackers). I made a donation to Neptune. I can’t say that I prayed to the porcelain gods because I was at the rail. I fucking ralphed.
The silver lining here is that since it happened, we have buried the rail under water at least twice so it’s probably washed off any evidence.
I love boating.
Current location: http://map.iridium.com/m?lat=44.692120&lon=-127.459082