Saturday, May 28, 2011
Heading down the ocean
That's what Marylanders call going to the beach. Well, that's what they call going to Ocean City, Maryland, anyway. Which is what I, Mrs. Jihad, little JiJi and her infidel friend will be doing later this morning. Nothing major, mind you, just a drive down, a day eating Thrashers fries on the boardwalk, spending too many dinars on arcade games and cotton candy. Fun stuff, ya know.
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Sorry, SP, didn't get your request til we got home around 10 last night. You know I would have hooked you up.
ReplyDeleteLots of sunshine, huge bucket of Thrashers, Kandy Kitchen, Tony's Pizza, Jolly Roger Arcade, telescope pictures of the tiny infidels on the sand. Sunburns and good times.
What is it about the beach that brings out the reaks? We encountered Batman holding court on the boardwalk. Fucking Batman! And I saw my first one-man band, too. He was a 65 year old Jesus wanna-be with greasy white hair and skin like a Steak-Umm.
He had a homemade rig with fishing line and rope that basically encircled his body. The bass drum was operated by a pully system he had strapped to each leg, and his calves were like fucking volley balls. The girls were enhralled, but I was sure the old guy was gonna beat himself into cardiac arrest. So, just to piss him off, I took a couple bucks from his tip bucket. I mean, what's the old guy gonna do, chase me with those big ass bass drums on his legs?