Hey Jack, what's happenin'?. I don't know. Well uh, rumor around town says. You might be thinkin' 'bout goin' down to the shore. Uh, yeah, I think I'm gonna go down to the shore.
Sand is hurting my tender feet. The air smells like rotting fish and Solarcaine. I hate the people on the beach. With their towels and umbrellas, they're so insane.