The photographer had done a great job including the yacht and getting his ’good’ side.
He had made a great location choice, he reassured himself. The scenery added to his mystique and sense of aesthetic sophistication. It gave him depth too. Still, aside from the success-oozing view from his crib, they could’ve got rid of the shit on his balcony and photoshopped some more so his legs wouldn’t look so fat.
I’d like to believe he took ’em off drunk because he bet his friends he could run a mile on bare feet while wearing a turkey costume, got tired, crawled in the ditch, fell asleep, woke up and couldn’t remember a thing.
It’s more likely his mom forgot them after getting ready for the car after a family day on the beach.
Still… I like my version better, with or without him being filmed and turning up on the internet, going viral, because he also did very real impressions of the sound turkeys would make when betting on such things.
Je maakt wat mee zo in de damesdouches van de camping aan de 101. Volgens nat haar links in de spiegel was dat rond 2 a.m. geweest en volgens badslippers rechts had haar man daarna nog een uur wakker gelegen. Ik niet. Als ik slaap dan slaap ik, heb ik geleerd. De geruststelling dat ik het echte spectakel gemist had kwam met de woorden ’well I’ve not seen any police so I guess it was nothing, right? Just someone scaring campers’. Heerlijk, gun control.