I’m scratchin’ my head and I’m thinkin’ to the way-way back when Miss Carol and me moved to the beach to escape cold weather and snow and all the things I hate about winter so’s we could spend our lives warmly tanning in bikinis and thongs and drinking beer and foot-ploughing furrows in the hot sand.
I don’t remember this crap being a part of our Welcome To Your Dream Life At The Beach brochure.
Either somebody lied to us or something else is going on.
Whatever whichaway, I’m wonderin’ if maybe we’re not building far enough south.
I hate this shit.