One day, Parker and I went to the Grand Canyon. We were told not to climb over the guardrails, but I got really drunk and climbed over anyway, with Parker following. I walked to the edge of the canyon and yelled "I'm the king of the world!". The world started spinning and I fell over the edge. Fortunately, Parker grabbed the back of my pelenka, preventing me from falling. I stared down, into the massive canyon. All the liquid inside my bladder immediately fell out and Parker's also came out due to the strain of holding me back. In the end, Parker pulled me back up and swatted me in the rear for doing something stupid, which he felt bad for. After I sobered up, I thanked him by taking him to a fancy restaurant that serves Cheesecake and then babied him at our hotel. He loves that.