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Ya, getting sick or getting a roommate were the big plot twists I was hoping for. Maybe a gout flair up. getting mugged while being a tourist would be a stretch. Busted for being drunk on the job might still be in the cards. Im sure there will be at least one more twist before his trip is over.
"You are one sick mama. I like it"
Even the idea of him trapped on a boat with a bunch of retirees shitting themselves is rib breaking. I think it might even be more fun if he doesn’t get sick and he’s ordered by the captain to play nurse maid and clean the bathrooms
Funny enough Joe paid for all these tweets and posts, cause someone doesn’t know how to use ships WiFi or whatever the fuck his charges where about
It wasn't nearly as hilarious as he thought it was. OJ was never going to be "'letric shocked", and Nana was just doing Howard Stern's OJ voice anyhow. In fact, in hindsight, it was actually really gay. It seems pretty obvious that a broken, defeated Joe is getting all wistful and depressed about his worthless, ruined life, as this retarded cruise is the nail in the coffin of his "professional musician" dream. He's never going to even come close to "supporting himself" via his shitty guitar playing, and his brother appears to have had enough of the gay "pact" he made with his fat, talentless brother. Joe will return home broken, and broke, to his shitty life, and he'll be even worse off than he was before.
Maybe he’ll do dive off the boat, not sure Ant would care much if Joe died
The fact that he's mindlessly reminiscing about "launching" Nana's career again means he's just about out of hope. He sees Nana jetting around with his beard, buying new houses and RC airplanes, and it's killing him, so he felt compelled to remind Nana about their old childhood pact. But Nana will never even see Joe's retarded FB posts, or his retarded tweets, and is never going to drop 10K on new dentures and Joe's cell phone bill. And as much as I loathe Nana, I can't blame him, as it must be extremely tiresome to constantly be reminded of that queer OJ parody song every time Joe fails to live his life like an adult.
The real horror will begin when he staggers home, and his kid and that sea hag have their hands out, while Joe's tattered pockets are full of cruise ship lint and nothing else.
