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One winter I went walking on the beach at Border Field State Park south of San Diego. It started raining. Oh, not that gentle nice rain, but coming in hard and icy cold. I took it as a challenge and completed my four mile walk. Not another soul in sight. So racist of me.
Hell ya! Only time you can enjoy the beach is when that whore mother nature is trippin out. "My wife and I have often enjoyed a brisk walk along the shores of Jeckle Island in south east GA" when its fukin raining and cold all the niggers are hidin in the county jail or projects. I keep tryin to talk my sis into embracing the east TN mnts!
So when I got to the half way point I decided the icy driving rain was too bad and turned back. Tee heee!! TBH, it was fascinating to see the ocean in a storm. In Florida I actually went swimming when there was a storm warning. The park ranger walked out to let me know and ordered me out of the water. If he had just advised me of the danger I would have listened. I told him I can swim if I want, it's my right. He shrugged and walked off. Half an hour later I was fighting my way to shore. It wasn't bad enough to scare me but not fun trying to swim. Not the idyllic carefree swim I had in mind.
Lol. Pride is a mutherfuker!
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