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B.O.B. D · (09-18-2019)

It was the perfect storm and I was out there fishing in it. Like a poor man's Captain Ahab, I was on the hunt and wasn't gonna stop until I caught my prize. Unlike the famous captain, I wasn't commanding a ship, but a mere rickety, wooden boat I rented from a man with a peg leg. Though my vessel was big enough for about 4 or 5 people, I was on this journey alone.

Things were going about as well as my win/loss record. The fish weren't biting, and I wasn't sure if there were any around or if they were too smart to fall for the ole worm on a hook trick. I had tried to smoke a joint to calm my nerves, but the rain prevented me from lighting it. After a few more attempts, the strong winds swept it out of my mouth and into the sea.

Lightning filled the sky and thunder boomed, causing me to question if there was ANY fish alive worth risking my life over. Just about every part of me wanted to give up and row back to shore, but my ego prevented me from leaving without catching SOMETHING. And with that, I cracked open a cold one and prepared to meet my maker.

I was a few sips into my Blue Moon when, suddenly, something began to tug on my line, causing me to toss my beer aside and scoop up my rod. Whatever was on the other end weighed alot more than your average fish, as I struggled to reel it in. Believing I had caught Moby Dick himself, I used all of my might to bring in my prize as the storm raged on around me. After a hell of a fight, I finally managed to win the battle and pull my catch aboard, only to be shocked by the sight that lay before me...............

It was none other than the bodies of Rain & Snow, THE Perfect Storm. The semi-decayed corpses rested on my boat, as I looked on in horror. Both members of the world's worst tag team were embracing each other, showing their love for one another stood strong even in death.

I had no idea how they got all the way out there from Russia, but I certainly didn't care to find out. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to "thank" Rain for the "effort" he put in at War Games, I delivered a swift kick to his lifeless body that sent him and his sister/lover back down into the depths of hell where they belonged.

As their bodies floated down, the rain stopped and the sky began to clear up. The sun shined directly onto my boat, and I took it as a sign to get my ass out of there before anything else happened to me. I paddled my way back to shore and kept the story of how I caught The Perfect Storm to myself.

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