The TiTtyboy appears to be conducting a major offensive in an effort to rehabilitate his image at the DUmp. His story about stealing $35 in gasoline from another person's credit card was so seedy, it gave the other DUmmies too much of an unintended glimpse into his grimy, pathetic, true existence.
So he made up this lie about the Europeans coming to TiTtytown for the sole purpose of saying the knick-knack shop belongs to him. A lie, of course.
Then he made up a story about biggest yacht in the world for the sole purpose of saying it belongs to his neighbor. Of course, TiTtyboy is a citizen of the world. In TiTtyboy's alcoholic musings, this imaginary yacht owner has invited TiTtyboy (and his girlfriend, Morgan Fairchild) on board to entertain guests.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x4107641This imaginary fellow, who owns an imaginary $120 million yacht, and who could just as easily have hired The Rolling Stones, instead wants TiTtyboy to serve up the musical stylings.
Right. What better way to entertain your imaginary fellow multimillionaires than to hire the drunken petty thief who works in the neighborhood gift shop?