Three of my drinking buddies and I stagger back to our room by the beach and promptly start a rousing game of guess who's gonna pass out first. Josh manages to pansy out and collapse on a table. After locating the duct tape stashed for just such an occasion we procede to tape his arms and legs to the legs of the table and set the table in the surf. A few minutes later Davis turns to me an says quote "Oh, shit man. We forgot about the tide!". An adrenaline filled sprint later Josh manages to sputer something about murder and dismemberment and poxes on our families, so we taped his mouth and left him above the tideline.
