"Just one more!". The words echoed like so many yodelers in Rwanda.
It was no use, the Jesuit priests had taken away the bountiful hordes of napkins, and we were left to fend for ourselves. Lenny and I decided that we'd had enough of this treachery, so we boarded the steamboat and danced.
The river smelt of a Mott's Clamato and Daquiri Ice mixture, y'know, like the kind you get at Baskin Robbins for $1.80, including GST. It only tastes good from the cup though, in a cone it just doesn't work. Oh, a tangent, sorry...
So Lenny and I, being the adventurous type, well we figured it would be neat if we could swim. After removing all the standard 'don't swim with this stuff on' stuff, like our watches, our shoes, our limited edition Shreddies(tm) 'Knights of Zanzibar' decoder rings, we pondered our next step.
"Hey Lenny," I said, "what do you say that we jump in?"
"Umm... okay." was his hesitant reply.
Slowly, we planned our next move. We jumped in.
Later that day, sitting on a bench on a cloud, waiting for some guy with with a long beard who was mumbling something about "You guys have sinned and done bad stuff," we had noticed the error we made.
It would seem that something bad had happened, and us being y'know, dead, we kinda couldn't figure it out.
THE END
Moral: Daquiri Ice does actually kinda taste okay in a cone. Silly us.