Sometimes the things you see at the beach leave you shaking your head!
Wickeds, caption the below photo.
Jessie: He had been pleasantly surprised when his blind date had suggested a spot of skinny dipping. He would not have been so eager if he knew that his wife had hired her to slip something into his drink at dinner. The last thing he saw before his head slipped beneath the waves was the pair of jeans he bought especially for the date, draped over a bench facing the sea.
Edith/Maddie: I saw that guy slip out of his jeans and race to the water in his tighty-whities, but when I caught sight of the face of the siren in the waves who beckoned to him, I knew he wouldn’t be seen again. She wasn’t a mermaid, she was a swimming serial killer – of men who had wronged her.
Sherry: He was always misplacing his wallet, but this time she had to search for his jeans too.
Barb: I awoke on an unfamiliar couch feeling an unfamiliar breeze blowing across my nether regions. “Uh-oh,” I thought and began to catalog the parts of the evening I remembered.
Liz: It was easier than I imagined to drag his body down the beach to where the tide was coming in. The darkness helped. But I forgot to get rid of his stupid jeans!
Readers, leave your first line below!
One moment he was walking along the boardwalk, enjoying the sun on his bare chest, the next he had shrunken down to the size of a mouse, and the cat that was just ahead had a hungry look in her eye. “That’s the last time I date a witch.”, he thought as he began to run for his life with her ready to pounce and make him her supper.
His last thought was, “I was wearing jeans at the start of the evening.”
He woke up naked in the woods the morning after the full moon and wondered why he had worn his favorite jeans the previous evening.
After disposing of his body, I left random items of his clothing around town just for the fun of it. The neatnik would have been appalled. And the cops will have a ball. I can’t help but giggle.
Scary minds at work here. <3
There’s an old saying that you know it’s going to be a bad day when you wake up and can’t find the clothes you wore home from the party. But you know it’s going to be a worse day when you can’t find your pants, and your shirt is covered with blood.
Ooh, good one, Lee. We’ve missed you around here!
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