“I’m so sorry I drank so much last night, and made such a fool of myself, but I was drinking to forget. I’m having a mental breakdown, here, and I need to confess something. I got up there on that beautiful Johnny Mercer’s Pier and, suddenly, I forgot all about my poor husband at home in his pitiful hemmoriodal condition! It was the smell! It was the fishy breeze! The devil made me do it!!”
“I WANTED to be TAKEN by a red-neck Southern Fisherman!! OH MY GOD!! What have I done??”
Snowy definitely was “hooked” on the fishermen. After a night of drinking wine, trying to forget, she was so sorry and felt soooo bad.
We, her good friends, helped her out with an ice pack for her little head and a few Ibuprofin for her aching brain. Sadly, nothing could heal her achy breaky heart. Unrequited love between a pink, plastic flamingo and a red-neck southern fisherman is a sad thing, indeed. Poor little Snowy.