We picked up some fireworks on the way through Georgia and thought we’d put them to good use on the beach. Our cab driver (not the one named Yoda — no I’m not kidding) let us know that fireworks + beach = jail, along with suggestions on how to use an M80 to deter would-be home invaders.
Anyway, we did the obligatory sparkler writing, followed by Matt’s fire dancing, and finally decided to appease the natives and set me on fire with 30 feet of fuse … check out the pics below!
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But I still don’t see any naked girls!
I hear getting on the beaches by the spill is hard. BP is shutting out reporters and such to some degree saying some areas hazardous. And they have “rented” all boats so no charters available. try and get out there!
Brandon, we said drunk, nude photography … nothing about girls. Savor that image!