Well its official. I hate the beach. I laid out in the sun and never once went into the ocean. Well I was terribly sunburned. I even had a shower in the sunscreen before I left. I was only out for about an hour in the sun. Then my dad starts to talk about my upcoming birthday. We talked and then somehow wondered into talking about Michael Jackson. So my new friend Jenny or Aunt Jenny came over and began to talk with us. Well my dad was playing in the sand and Jen called him something that a whale crapped up and then he flopped out in the sand and started to talk like he was retarded. No offense to any mentally challenged peoples out there. Anyway then I give aunt jenny her beer and things really start to kick off. Soon we go from Michael Jackson to talking about getting boob jobs done. Then while everyone is relaxing my brother comes over and wants to get buried in the sand. So my dad buries him and gives him these HUGE sand boobs. Well I find some orange shells and put them on the boobs. I was funny. Funnier than hell. That was funny. blaugh blaugh blaugh blaugh blaugh What is just as great is that the adults that were there thought it was funny s**t as well. We all laughed and had a great time. I had a great time at the beach for once. I just have to wait for my grandmother to come and ruin it with her guilting me into doing crap at the beach with her. I might be pissed soon, so just so you know.
 Thunderingfireheart · Sat Jul 11, 2009 @ 11:13pm · 0 Comments |
