We’ve all been there – it’s late afternoon, the waves are softly crashing just in the distance, the sun shifts lower on the horizon, edging closer to disappearing altogether, but casting a warm glow over you, and everything you can see. The sand feels warm under your feet, getting cooler the closer you walk to the water’s edge, until it becomes cold, damp, and squidgy. You breathe in deep, and that salty air carries you in – you are at the beach.
Maybe you’re with someone special. Maybe you’re alone. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the here, the now, the – WAIT WHAT THE F*CK.
Two friends walking along a Port Dickson beach had the shock of their weekend (we hope), when another beach goer decided that it was high time to relieve themselves.
No, they didn’t skulk off into the shallow waters, waist deep and have a cheeky wee – if only. No, they pulled their trousers down in plain view of anyone with eyes, the ability to see, oh – and the ability to record the occasion – and took a dump on shore.
All we’ve got to show for this weekend excursion is a beach selfie, and a few shots of a lady taking a shit where someone will later swim.
Welcome to 2019, we’re regressing at an exponential rate, so buckle up.
Tony Mills says
Nothing like ‘laying a cable’ on the beach.Shit happens♂️