Post #37289 by Tiki_Bong on Wed, Jun 4, 2003 12:33 PM

MonkeyDude!

I hear ya with the cloud cover keeping the T ratio (tourist to local) down, but unfortunately Billy Bob walks outside of his trailer after opening up his welfare check for inbreds, looks up in the sky at the blazing inland Sun, forgets that looking at the Sun hurts your eyes, stops for about 30 minutes to come up with a thought, then spouts "Golly, it shore is hot here. I think I will take my family (note - this is the hyphen-type family -'sister-wife', 'brother-daddy', 'son-brother') to thee beach!". Then once again thinks "man o man, the aluminum on the side of my man-u-fact-ured home shore is pretty when the Sun is a shinin' on it!".

So they head down road to the beach, only to find it's overcast and cold. No problem - they just wear their Wrangler tight-fittin' jeans and cowboy boots to the sand and break out the banjos!

Ba-da-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. "make up squeal like a pig!"