Our rental.
Being the Aryan prince/day walker that I am, I lathered myself in the strongest sunscreen available in this country of bronze gods/goddesses and still managed to burn my oh so fair skin.
I ate some fresh grilled fish on the beach.
Then we went to the only hotel in town and got a room with a view.
I then went exploring for equally lost souls in our hotel and found that no one under 70 was to be found. Even with a little added color to my complexion, it is still recommended to wear eye protection when staring directly at me.
All the old people made me anxious, so I drank some Manhattans.
The end.
1 comment:
There seems to be a fleet of underwater space ships retreating in the ocean behind you, what the hell are they?? perhaps they just dropped off a load of their own disguised as old people...
Are you going to take me to this beach place when i come? We will sho those old peeps how to partay. It looks bomb minus the old people and space ships and Manhattans and lack of tans...
I like the theme you are beginning to repeat: pictures of you taking big bites out of strangely friend dead animals.
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