life's a beach. and then you get your face pounded in
Who: Luci and Allie (AND SURPRISE APPEARANCE BY OLLIE)
Where: The Beach
When: August 2nd, High Noon -tumbleweeds-
What: I have to challenge this guy AND RESTORE HONOUR TO MY NAME AND HOUSE! What do you mean swords? Aww hell no, this is volleyball.
It was only natural that the ultimate of showdowns happen at noon. Hell, Alfred could practically hear the theme from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly whistling through the sand and between the tanned legs of the cute girls and around the large bellies of European men and their all-too tight speedos.
Oh man, and now he was thinking about Francis' wrinkled, tiny old man cock. Sooooo not helping his game. He shook his head violently, trying to get the image of the Frenchman wearing a tight-fitting banana-thong out of his head. And failing.
Sighing and quickly running his fingers through his hair, he looked around, squinting and attempting to pick out which people looked like they were ready to kill him. Most were probably just looking at him and who could be blame? His swim-trucks were baaaaaaadass.
Where: The Beach
When: August 2nd, High Noon -tumbleweeds-
What: I have to challenge this guy AND RESTORE HONOUR TO MY NAME AND HOUSE! What do you mean swords? Aww hell no, this is volleyball.
It was only natural that the ultimate of showdowns happen at noon. Hell, Alfred could practically hear the theme from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly whistling through the sand and between the tanned legs of the cute girls and around the large bellies of European men and their all-too tight speedos.
Oh man, and now he was thinking about Francis' wrinkled, tiny old man cock. Sooooo not helping his game. He shook his head violently, trying to get the image of the Frenchman wearing a tight-fitting banana-thong out of his head. And failing.
Sighing and quickly running his fingers through his hair, he looked around, squinting and attempting to pick out which people looked like they were ready to kill him. Most were probably just looking at him and who could be blame? His swim-trucks were baaaaaaadass.
