When I was a kid I used to walk out to the water line at low tide where nobody could hear me and practice swearing. I'd pretend I had certain teachers or my dad in front if me and at the top of my voice I'd tell them to fuck off and stick their chores/homework up their arses.
It was very therapeutic.
If the soldier crabs were out I'd trample a few thousand of them as well.
I'm glad now that it was an isolated beach. :-)
It was very therapeutic.
If the soldier crabs were out I'd trample a few thousand of them as well.
I'm glad now that it was an isolated beach. :-)