My friend Jeff operates a wildly popular “humor” website called The West Virginia Surf Report. On the site, when he’s not regaling his sweatpanted followers with side-splitting stories about public toilets (he doesn’t shit outside the home) and his family, he’s asking them to print out this line drawing of a smoking fish and photograph it whenever they find themselves either somewhere cool, or somewhere they probably shouldn’t be. Some of the shots he’s gotten back over the years are pretty amazing. Readers of his site have taken the fish with them to the World Series, Jessica Lynch’s front porch, Kuwait, Lake Titicaca, Machu Picchu, breakfast with astronaut Sally Ride, and even the Secret Emergency Relocation Center at the Greenbrier, where the U.S. Congress would be housed if there were a nuclear attack. It’s pretty impressive stuff (and it makes me insanely jealous whenever I think about it). Anyway, with all of that as background, here’s one of the more recent photos submitted. Look familiar?
Yeah, that’s me with some stupid fucking drunken, unflattering look on my face. I think it was taken at my 20th high school reunion. I distinctly remember seeing a flash and hearing the rustle of paper behind me. I don’t know how many people were involved, but I suspect it took a team of at least four to pull it off.
It was like the fucking Kennedy assassination.
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I can’t imagine why I would have been pointing at my head. I must have been trying to remember something.
Or, maybe someone asked me to sing “If I Only Had a Brain” from “The Wizard of Oz.” (People request that I sing show tunes all the time.)
I know I’ll always remember exactly where I was when I first hear MM had his picture taken with a crinkled fish over his head.
I think this is hilarious!
I’d love to give details about how this came about, but I’ve fled to Cambodia.
While I may or may not have been there, I can confirm that there were multiple shots fired. One came from the direction of the grassy knoll. It’s noteworthy because all the (other) conspirators are clearly identified…
OK, I just learned who was responsible and it wasn’t anyone that I would have guessed. It was apparently someone in my high school class who I didn’t even really know. (The night of our reunion, I believe, was the first tiem I ever spoke with him. We exchanged a few sentences in the bathroom.) He must have found my site prior to the reunion and then followed a link over the West Virginia Surf Report. I wouldn’t have guessed it was him in a million years.
Anonymatt really is in Cambodia, but the way.