Yes, It Was No Day at the Beach, just an hour or so

We can do that, drive out to St Andrews State Park, and spend a leisurely hour swimming, sunning, then leave, because we friggin live here. We don’t have to go home looking like a cooked lobster, skin peeling off like a survivor of a nuclear blast, because we only have two days into which we must cram hours of desperate fun and frantic frolic. No, we can budget our suntime wisely. As a matter of fact, why don’t you just stay home? Go jump in a lake or something.


Some people smoke it, others….


A great day at the beach, hardly anyone there


Our sand’s whiter than your sand, our sand’s whiter than yours…..


Some guys have six-pack abs, I have a pony keg


Sea oats have a root system that helps keep the sand dunes in place

2 responses to this post.

  1. Mel, congratulations on your first step to Internet Freedom. You might let your old fans know they can subscribe to your RSS Feed at


  2. G., I really dig your wordpress site! This post has especially inspired me as it reminded me of a very funny incident. St. Andrews is my favourite place to hit on the beach. Go further west, and you’ll get more than you bargained for, right?


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