Raft Review (coz the school urinal shitter)
So there we were, two blokes—me and Krezand—drifting aimlessly on a raft, holding onto each other (and our plastic hooks) for dear life. Between dodging Bruce the Shark’s relentless love bites and fending off seagulls trying to sabotage our makeshift paradise, we found ourselves building something far more than a floating catastrophe—we built trust, camaraderie, and the occasional second-story bedroom with a questionable view. 🏡
Then came the engines. Suddenly, Krezand, the beautiful madman, was steering like a captain in a rom-com set on the high seas, while I fueled those engines with all the biofuel our hearts (and potatoes) could muster. 🏎️🍠 And I swear, every time he turned that wheel with confidence, it felt like he was steering us straight into our happily ever after.
By the end, with every shark attack, stormy wave, and accidental fire, it wasn’t just about surviving—it was about surviving together. We laughed, we screamed, and when we hit the final credits, we knew this chaotic journey was the most beautifully zesty love story we could have ever sailed.
10/10 would let him drive our love raft into another city again. ❤️🌊