||[Oct. 4th, 2004|10:40 pm]
We should all write stories and shit about dirty beaches. Yeahahahehhhhay.
Once upon a time, there was a zebra. His name was Jamal. No wait, it was Retard. NO! It was Montgomery. And he spelled it that way, that's how they spell it in Africa. Which is where he is from. Anyway, one day Montgomery (his friends call him Monty so I'll call him that from now on) went to the watering hole. And he saw his friend Mr. Wildebeast. He was a wildebeast.
"'Lo, Mr. Wildebeast!"
"'Lo, Monty!" (see, I told you they called him that)
"What's up?" asked Monty.
"Well," said Mr. Wildebeast "I have an idea."
"You see, dirty beaches are all the rage."
"What the fuck is a dirty beach?"
"It's the coolest thing ever in the wiiiirld."
"Okay. Well, where can we find this dirty beach you speak of?"
"We can make our watering hole into a dirty beach!"
"YES! You are a genius."
"I know, I know."
So Monty and Mr. Wildebeast made the watering hole as diiiiirteh as possible. And then threw a party. Lots of hawt zebras and wildebeasts showed up and partied all night long. The end.
The moral of this story is... um... dirty beaches are cool. Yup.
by Michelle and Ethan