This short but epic report couldn't fail awaking my own memory:
Van Dyke's ordeal began during an ill-fated trip to his local beach. "I woke up out of sight of land," the 84-year-old actor told reporters. "I started paddling with the swells and I started seeing fins swimming around me and I thought 'I'm dead!'"Triggered by this succinct depiction, details of my own adventure came back freshly and colorfully, as if it happened today. In fact, it happened yesterday. I was somewhat drowsy after an ample lunch, accompanied by a generous intake of local beer (cannot disclose its brand, not to be blamed in unfair advertising practices). I recall seeing giant waves of the open ocean around me. Suddenly several huge fins started circling me, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the first bite and wondering which limb is considered to be the tastiest by these cannibals of the sea.
Van Dyke was wrong. "They turned out to be porpoises," he said. "And they pushed me all the way to shore."
When I next opened my eyes, I was back - in one piece and unharmed - in my favorite armchair, and I am proud to report that the fingers of my right hand were still clutching the half-full bottle of beer. And I spilled none of it, porpoises or sharks notwithstanding!
Er... no, no reporters, please. Let's keep it between us. OK?
Update: It appears they saved Putin too:
2 comments:
A cetacean threesome? Perhaps something that Mucho macho man should keep under his hat!
Oi, Jams, do you have a dirty mind. This is why I am proud to be acquianted with you.
But how can we know wether it's really a threesome? Who knows how many of them are underwater?
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