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The Panama Canal, Sunday
GOB was not having fun. He figured the Panama Canal would be more exciting than this for some reason. But nooooo, it was all "Go here. Water rises. Go to next place. Repeat. Do the same thing but the other way later ( Read more... ) -
Off the coast of Mexico, Thursday night
It was an awkward situation. GOB had only heard the news reports after he brought a hooker onto his yacht ( Read more... ) -
Not far from Cuba, Friday night
GOB had spent the last day in Cuba. Now that he and his yacht had left and were back on track towards Panama, he came to realize several things ( Read more... ) -
Toyota Center, Houston - Saturday night
Lou Redwood wasn't sure how he got to Houston from Flint, Michigan, but that wasn't exactly weird for him with the amount he usually drank. He was more than a little surprised to not see Jackie Moon or any of the Tropics players around. But hey, he was here, it looked like there was a basketball game to be played, and he'd be damned if he wasn't ( Read more... ) -
A bar in New Orleans, Tuesday night
GOB had made it out of the Bermuda Triangle and was spending some time in New Orleans on his way south. He was at a bar, chatting with some locals ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle, Saturday afternoon
GOB had gotten tired of life on the East Coast. He'd broken too many laws, too many vows, too many toes, and the hearts and wallets of too many hookers. He needed to flee. Quickly. Before any kneecaps were broken ( Read more... ) -
Fort Delaware, Delaware, Thursday afternoon
It was Thanksgiving at the Bluths, and that's why GOB was in Delaware. He was staying far away from that trainwreck ( Read more... ) -
Off the cost of Maine, Christmas Eve
GOB wasn't sure how this happened. It didn't make any sense ( Read more... ) -
The Bluth Yacht, late Sunday night
After leaving the bar, GOB walked past the abandoned Fourth Sin on his way to the yacht. Michael had been right. He had probably never been as... successful in life as he had been when there was still somebody living there that he actually cared about. Maybe it was a coincidence that he had gotten everything else in his life together then and that ( Read more... ) -
The Bluth Yacht, Monday around lunchtime
Last night, GOB went home with a woman he thought was a stripper. She actually thought she was a hooker AND a stripper, but she wasn't either. GOB paid her to strip (although she thought it was for sex), but she didn't strip, so he thought he accidentally paid her for sex, thus making her a hooker. That was okay with him. It would have also been ( Read more... )