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yesssssssss all by myself. nooooooooooooooo last time i went i got pooped on by a seagull. most likely, after the seagull hit it's target (myself) it went to discuss it with the other seagulls and give high fives. laugh it up seagulls, laugh it up...... |
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Take a gun and have your revenge :D |
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a seagull shat on me once, but i thought it was my frriend thrrowing mud at me, so i picked it up and thrrew it at him. sad days. |
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I once killed a seagull with a bow and arrow. The beach is fun. |
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Ever read the book? It is also fun. |
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I can't swim, and I get tenth degree burns if I stay out more than 5 minutes. I hate the beach and I hate beach... stuff. |
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sand sucks when water is added |
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I once heard that is was meant to be lucky if a bird were to shit on you. Lucky, like when a black cat is meant to cross your path. |
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Tenth degree? What the fuck am I on about? See what the sun does, it fries my brains. |
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my bird shit on me once. i told her that it was a bit early in our relationship for the kinky stuff |
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you dont happen to have this disease that gives you cancer if the slightest uv rays hit your skin eh? thats one of the most terrible diseases... |
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The Beach Alex Garland In our ever-shrinking world, where popular Western culture seems to have infected every nation on the planet, it is hard to find even a small niche of unspoiled land--forget searching for pristine islands or continents. This is the situation in Alex Garland's debut novel, The Beach. Human progress has reduced Eden to a secret little beach near Thailand. In the tradition of grand adventure novels, Richard, a rootless traveler rambling around Thailand on his way somewhere else, is given a hand-drawn map by a madman who calls himself Daffy Duck. He and two French travelers set out on a journey to find this paradise. What makes this a truly satisfying novel is the number of levels on which it operates. On the surface it's a fast-paced adventure novel; at another level it explores why we search for these utopias, be they mysterious lost continents or small island communes. Garland weaves a gripping and thought-provoking narrative that suggests we are, in fact, such products of our Western culture that we cannot help but pollute and ultimately destroy the very sanctuary we seek |
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well, i just got back. this time i walked there, which took like 15 minutes. then i layed down in the sun for less than ten minutes, and was asked for beach tags. i had them from last year, and i assumed if you were a town resident, they would give you new ones. i was wrong, you have to pay. well, looks like i'm done with the beach. 0 for 2. |
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