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incoherently rambling since 2003

This is the question I post to you all today… and I know you’re all just dying to say “Adam, you fuckwit, why do we give a shit about how many beaches aren’t left” … well, i’m going to tell you :)
Because half of bagara is in my shorts…..

Well, by now it’s down some d ain, being ceremoniously flushed back onto my garden.. and in a few years, my apartment complex will be a beach house….

Just think about it.. millions of people every year visit the beaches, and you all take some sand home with you.. but not just some, *shitloads* … it’s fucking everywhere.. go to bed, wake up with a face full of sand.. take a drink from the water bottle, some other cunts left sand on the rim….. you can’t escape….

I mean I feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to sleep in this bed after me (rented fully furnished :))… because in 3 years, he’ll wake up, go “what the fuck is sand doing up my ass, the ‘boys, toys and ahoys tour isn’t for another couple of months!?!?!’, where did this sand come from?”

Yes, you know where it came from….. it came from my shorts :)
I’m guessing voodoo, but if anyone has any better ideas, e-mail me

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