So the last day of the vacation Lisa decides we have to go to the Beach. Since we were the only guests at the Inn that day the innkeeper didn't have to make breakfast. So at seven in the morning we jumped in her car and went to the fancy smancy beach at Southhampton.
The beach is totally deserted at that time. Just a couple of people walking their dogs. One had a lab puppy who was all over the place. Lisa and Colleen decided to go to the water and put their feet in the surf. Me I just lay down. I am like Nixon at the beach.
Anyhoo this lady is jogging and she has her little frou-frou dog running with her. Well at least till it gets to me. The little fuck runs up the beach and sits on towel. And wouldn't budge. I mean why run on the hot beach when you can lay next to a fat fuck who throws off a lot of shade and smells like hot dogs. The little fuck wouldn't leave. This rich bitch kept running up and down the beach and her little dog just sat there. Too!
When she was finished she picked her up and got in her freakin' Masserati convertable and didn't even give me a tip for dog watching.
I should have rolled over and squashed the little bastard.
2 comments:
If your shorts were a little looser you could see your nut sack.
No up-shorts shots, please!
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