Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Beachy

Sorry bloggers! we lost our password... so we clearly haven't been updating anything recently. No worries, problem solved!

At 10 o'clock today, our day began. Stephanie with a PH, Kaycee with a K, and Fruit of the Loom ventured to Euclid Beach after an intense party the night before. Our journey began at the gas station where Kaycee with a K drove into a gas pump blocker. OUCH. no fret, where all fine.. well except for Phil, but that's another story. After 4 drinks, 2 granola bars, and a muffin we were on our way. On the drive, we approached a car with a passenger staring at us. The car-full of people turned out to be a long lost friend named Quarter. She followed us almost the whole way there. But later turned down a mysterious street full of fog and light rain where she was never to return.

Arrival!:
We had some troubles locating our destination. We had to reroute multiple times before finding the entrance to the beach. Unlike our last beach outing, we were allowed to go into the water due to the lack of lifeguards. Anyway, we hustled to our selected location over the scorching hot sand. The day was filled with walking, sand castles, and animals. On our way to the docks, we came across a vicious squirrel giving us the Captain Crunch death stare. We proceeded on an alternate route. As we walk along the rocks an old man with an old camera inquiring to photograph us wearing our "Fashionable Bathing Suits." We declined and skipped off into the aquatic scene. Walking the opposite way of the old man with the old camera we came across a mass of massive rocks. We were intrigued and proceeded to explore, there were stairs leading up to a look out and we found a perfect chair rock, and one with moss long as hair. Kaycee with a K found a rock that frightened her, "it was a dagger of evil pointing to the sky to destroy the sun and humanity below." Stephanie with a PH found, once again, a "Little Mermaid" rock. Fruit of the Loom was frightened and isolated herself and her mosquito infested legs to one rock. She was afraid of the mutated fish from the pollution in Lake Erie below, thinking if she glanced upon them her eyes would shrivel into dust casting away with the soft lake breeze. RIP 3 fish and a poor goose-duck. After our rock climb we ventured back to our original placement where we decided to return to our dwellings. Say tuned for more adventure.

Signed,
Thing 1 & Thing 2 (:

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