Mary Messhausen and I needed some time off. So when our gingerheaded photographer friend Kyle offered to take us to his cottage right by the water, it sounded like the perfect opportunity to leave the busy city behind.
When we arrived at the cabin we found that run-down raft laying by the lakeside. In a heartbeat we hopped on the makeshift vessel. After the first excitement wound down and the fishing was done, we totally chilled out on the raft. So chilled out that we fell asleep.
After what must have been at least an hour we woke up and could barely see the coast. We felt like the biggest gaytards ever.
Watch the desperation unfold after the jump.
Photos by Kyle Tryhorn. Mary’s dress by JOFF.
Fishing is fun
Chasing rainbows
Owls on a raft, before the nap
Where is the coastguard when you need it most?
How will we ever get back to the cottage?
I’m pretty sure it’s that way
We’ll never make it
Bringing the wreck back to land
produzentin 
glad there were no white sharks. you would have kicked their asses though.
like a summer version of Titanic! my favorite movie…but with a hint of Harry Potter, my other favorite movie.
for me it´s like the most stylish “LORD OF THE FLIES” impersonation! I´d love to find me a rainbow myself … where do you find these things?
K
must be nice to actually be INVITED to the cottage. anyways i would have said no. okay so i wish you drowned. i’m still not thinking rationally.
papa likey
Take the hint already Kevin H!
You need some retro Baywatch Babe…..like myself.
ohhh, it looks so beautiful over there. and your outfits, too.
Chanda hon, I know you would have come to our rescue. I guess you would have oiled your legs again to make them cut through water like a fish, right?
xoxo
Löve the last pic. Lady Messhausen looks so graceful. Get her and her dress home safe, Party Mama.
Thank you Prodi for towing my ass back to shore, I’m still recovering from a semi-serious case of sun stroke.
…and who are you callin’ a wreck? gaytard.
Chanda would have fried in the sun with her oiled legs, but Chanda is impervious to minor dramas like drifthing away from shore. As she does not experience biological functions like mere mortals, and survives on a diet of vodka (which she always smuggles under her corset), she would probably have saved you two ho bags merely by waving her man sized mitts in the water, and creating a tsunami, delivering you safely home.
I like how Mary Messhausen looks as though she’s holding the sky in place… it’s like you are Stockard Channing slapping the hand of God on the Sistene Chapel in Six Degrees of Separation – the second most memorable scene in that movie (the first being Will Smith’s gay sex scene).
dear loveley mermaid´s miss you all.
In that last shot, looks like Mary’s leg must’ve been bitten off by Produzentin . . . er…Jaws!! . . . when she fell asleep in the water.
dear ky ky, I don’t eat chopsticks, I use them.
xoxo
FYI, my chopstick legs are insured for 1.5 million dollars. Eat your heart out Jamie Lee Curtis..
How much is your deductible? Do you have to go for an assessment on your birthday ever year? And if both of your legs are insured for $1.2 million, that means each leg is only worth a paltry $600,000 each – assuming one leg isn’t worth more than the other. That’s nothing when you consider the Lord of The Dance guy’s legs are insured for ₤25 million and Keith Richard’s hand alone is insured for ₤1 million. I, of course, had my ass insured in 1989 when I discovered I was able to fart “How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?”, capturing the hearts of millions.
omg still so good.