103. beaches.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy looks grumpy. He's smoking (damn, there went quitting), and sitting on a rock, looking into the sea,]

You know. At least when I took my kids to the seaside, there was a shitty bed-and-breakfast with greasy bacon waiting for us.

C'mon, Admiral, give us a break. I don't do fishing. Or any of this

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[thegooddrjones]

You're welcome to come here, we've loads of food.

[christ_onabike]

Where is 'here'?

All I see is rock and sea and sand. And I ain't venturing into the woods.

[thegooddrjones]

A bit down the beach? We're definitely on it!

[christ_onabike]

I might come looking if we're totally made of fail.

[thegooddrjones]

Alright! Good luck and don't eat the ants. They may be poison.

[christ_onabike]

Eating ants? Are we on I'm a Celebrity?

[thegooddrjones]

Oi! My inmate's an Aztec goddess, mate! Ants were a regular thing for her. But we've loads of fish, fruits and meat over here, as well as a fire. Oh! And water as well.

[christ_onabike]

Next you'll be having me eating kangaroo bollocks.

[thegooddrjones]

Now Paddy, would I make you do that?

[christ_onabike]

To be honest, I'd laugh my ass off if it was anyone else.

So yeah, you would.