It's exactly what it sounds like. The Table Rock Lake Enema was the result of a ski boat and a poorly designed inner tube.
The first tube we tried was called the Flying Saucer. We had to exchange it because it took Lucas for a ride like a kite. After becoming airborne and then landing upside down, he resurfaced with bloody elbows.
We traded the Flying Saucer in for a two-man tube. With inflatable seat cushions that weren't well secured, and one bump after another on the wake, it didn't take long before the water was rushing in the bottom of the tube and straight for our butt holes.
Just like the scene from Great Outdoors, my dad and I start yelling "Stop the boat!" Of course, mom can't hear us and keeps right on going. It's not easy keeping water from rushing up your bum at 20 miles per hour. There was only one thing left to do, bail out. We plugged our noses, counted to three and rolled off the side and into the lake. And that's why we call it the Table Rock Lake Enema.
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