Picture it. Late evening. Grandiose skies filled with glistening stars with which to gaze upon. Blanket lay across the sand with a basket of great cheeses and tasty meat trinkets to enjoy while guzzling your favorite merlot. Staring across from me is a gorgeous blonde hottie who’s saying all the right things. Everything’s right. It’s a little too perfect actually. The ticky boom boom looking to be on its proper place. I better stop trying to find his crazy. He’s going to think there’s something wrong with me… Uh, hey girl, why are you staring at me like you want to devour me whole? Huh? Oh me? Uh, I was just… Hey look over there! It’s a monkey on the beach… We are laughing and comparing our individual versions of celebrity impersonations. Mine are terrible. Hanky, the christmas poo is about all I got. South Park, people. Keep up. And then it hits me….Shit. I have to freakin pee. Where the hell….
