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!
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