OK. The truth comes out. One day the Skipper gets this idea. We get two beautiful girls on one of our famous “Three Hour Tours” and head out to that deserted island that we found a couple of years back. The one with everything that we need - especially all those natural "herbs" that we have been cultivating for years now. That stuff grows like, well, weeds in that climate! We figured we could fake running out of gas, or engine trouble, who knows, we'll think of something. Ah, the storm. That was perfect! The professor is in on it too. He is the chemist and really knew how to prepare the stuff for shipment. This is actually where the saying "No stems, no seeds that you don't need - Acapulco Gold is... bad a$$ weed" came from. With MaryAnn's experience down on the farm, among other things, she really taught us how to grow some really good s#it! Only took three or four years to make tons of the stuff. And where do you think Thurston made all his money? Ya, that's right - he had the connections to sell our premo stuff to all those celebrities and politicians back home. Oh, and by the way - that certain politician did inhale, more than once! What a stoner! He was our biggest customer. He wanted a piece of the action, so to speak, on the island but we knew better. We had enough cash and stash hidden away to last us all a lifetime. Remember that cave on the other side of the island? There is probably still some left in there. The Prof, he could have fixed the Minnow in a minute but he didn’t want to spoil such a good thing. I mean, Ginger, MaryAnn, tropical nights on a deserted island - you don't have to be a professor yourself to figure that one out. And don't forget about Mrs. Howell. She wasn't called Lovie for nothing!
Now you guys quit pickin' on my MaryAnn!
