I took the family today down to Mission Bay with the family boat. I slept like 5 hours last night.
We got there around 8:30, I swear my G/F must have gotten the last parking spot, place was packed. Launched the boat, ran speratic for about 30 minutes, it died, and then we got a good "inside" look at what a natural water preserve looks like
because the flockin thing died. We got towed out by a knat, errr jet ski. While being towed the flockin thing started up, so I unhooked from the jet ski and went about our day. It still ran rough at very low speeds, ran good at the mid to top end. Dropped off some kids and crap at "camp" and my G/F, my 8 yr. old son, her youngest son, and I went out into the bay again. It ran real strong and real well. I decided to show the kids how the "upper half" lives so we cruised into a ... damnit what's that word.... place where all the rich people dock there sh!t and putt putt putt around there for 10 minutes checking out all the bad asssssed big boats and then the flockin thing died. WTF? Tried to restart it, no start. Tried some more, more, more , more, more, BOOM!!!! Oh sh!t the flocking SOB Mo Fo POS GDFA is ON FLOCKIN FIRE!
So I'm standing there, boat engine on fire, boat drifting towards (very close by now, couple of feet) some other boats that cost more than the house that I bought that I can't pay for and I'm standing there and I'm standing there and I'm standing there and... yeah, you're getting the idea - I was just standing there looking at the fire thinking "WTF?" with my jaw on my bellie button, and some guy sticks his head out of a floating mansion and says "put the fire out".
Oh sh!t, the flockin POS Mo FO routine again and so I reach down and start splashing the fuel fire with water, the water ain't doin' sh!t (duh), and I step back (jaw still on bellie button) and the guy says "do you have a fire extinguisher?". I said "yeah". He says "put the fire out". So I said something like OMFG the Mo FO POS is on fire, I grab the fire extinguisher and realize that I've never read the GD label, so I park my stupid asss on the stern and am sitting there on my boat while the engine is on fire reading the fire extinguisher's label (stupid asssed white trash Mo FOing POS), pull pin - I pull the pin. Step back 6 feet, WTF? I hear a guy yelling from what sounds like 4 football fields away "push the GD button!", so I pushed the button and poof! the fire goes out.
WTF was that Rod? You were a fire fighter in the Navy and you
don't know how to put a fuel fire out? Stupid Mo Fo POS. I turn around and there's the two kids and my G/F just starin' at me. what can I do? -
So then the Rescue guys (actually it was one dude and a REALLY H O T blonde
) pull up in there tug boat sayin' "need some help?" I said hell yeah, tow me the hell out of here before I get shot for being dumb.
$220 and an hour and a half later the outboard familt burned engine boat is sitting on the trailer.
No I didn't have any drugs or alcohol before or during the entire event. Now, I ain't doing Jack for the rest of my July 4th, I'm doing SoCo.
