Hitchhiker we just picked up has dropped COMPLETE AND UTTER TROW at the beach! Freaky but we're admiring his nonexistent tanlines! There's children in front of us sculpting sandcastles in the shape of meat and potatoes which I should say are looking more realistic by the second! Lots of beach balls at this beach...So Jacks, Dar, and I are on the Vineyard cruising up island to the beach and we notice this hot piece of hitchhiking ass, a shirtless Adonis of greasy wilderness with a ceramic jar of spliffs and flowers in his hair. Not only was the entertainment portion of the day still wide open but Pythagoras's Sexy Summer Fun Theorem states that summer tunes + summer road sodas + summer wind (fried dough and marina gas dock smell) = sunny but clouded inhibitions, henceforth why we we picked up the Naked Hitchhiker Freaky Deak. And not to rationalize but hitchhiking is as common as accidentally swapping spit with a
Simon/Taylor/Belushi/Shark relative on MV.
So right now we are sitting on the kid friendly, non-nude beach while the nudist part is about 10 yards away which was pointed out to us when freaky deak identified his father deak by his father's hairy and flabby ass. Big cojones seem to run in the family...
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