And now for something completely different. A shot from Summer. Three girls. The Surf, the Sun, the Sand, the feel of cold water as it slams into you at breakwater. The softness of sand under your feet. The thrill of bobbing above a big wave. Cold drinks. Ice cream. The smell of Sun Block. Ahhhh.... It was just a few months ago. And now it is so far away. Just a memory. A conversation overheard. And you have to know what the girls are talking about, don't you? Intuitively you know. Right? Am I right?
Stumble It!
posted by Jim Landry at 2:22 PM
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You want to know what they are talking about? Clothes. OK, clothes and that creep Eric who, like, is totally, like, oh my god, a creep, you know? Girls that age have their own poetry, a secret mystical code inscribed I'm convinced on some Rosetta Stone somewhere, maybe on the planet Teen.
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