Alright... I'll tell yall
So I invited @Hoji down to the coast for a fishing trip. We meet at my old house in Cypress. I had the boat all loaded, fueled & ready to go for us. We head down 45 towards the coast & we hit the big Bucees in Dickenson for a couple things & I figured I'd be safe with the brisket & egg tacos. I kill the tacos on the way to the launch. We hit the water about 645 & fishing by 7. By 1030 my stomach was getting tore up. Next thing I know my mouth is watering & about to puke. So im puking over the side .... then my stomach is telling me my ass is about to explode. So here we are on the water & I had to beach the boat & go drop a deuce on shore. My stomach didn't get much better so we called it a day & headed back home. My old neighborhood had 2 ponds so we hit one up & caught a couple more fish to end the trip.
So that's the story of the 1st time I met Hoji in person.
This happened because you angered the Gods of the Sea by allowing a heathen lubber aboard your vessel.
They take great offense to potlickers and Glock owners.
Your boat is now cursed.