I once snuck onto a private beach up in Sarasota Florida. Their were mansions on the beach, but the beach was deserted. All the shells were in perfect whole condition-not broken from people running on them.
We set up behind a dune and went fishing in the ocean while listening to some good tunes. When some of the people from the mansions approached us, we threw out a common last name of Smith (there's always got to be a smith around right?)and they're were all like "awww your the smiths grandkids visiting florida? thats amazing, its great to finally meet you!".
they told us a bit about the beach, and left us alone. Though they kept glancing back at us every then and again from afar, where we'd time a pretentious laugh on the count of 3...all let out boistrous chuckles and strutted like we owned the place.
I was not getting my little bourgeoise butt kicked off the beach. it was heaven.
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We set up behind a dune and went fishing in the ocean while listening to some good tunes. When some of the people from the mansions approached us, we threw out a common last name of Smith (there's always got to be a smith around right?)and they're were all like "awww your the smiths grandkids visiting florida? thats amazing, its great to finally meet you!".
they told us a bit about the beach, and left us alone. Though they kept glancing back at us every then and again from afar, where we'd time a pretentious laugh on the count of 3...all let out boistrous chuckles and strutted like we owned the place.
I was not getting my little bourgeoise butt kicked off the beach. it was heaven.
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Sidenote: if thats your hair (above)
it is LUSCIOUS!
congratulations.
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