I do not care if you dickweeds are raping the corpses of the goats you are trying to summon Team Jacob with late at night in your black velvet douche-robes. Please just be fucking quiet. And throw your frigging cans and bottles away in the trash cans provided. The beach is surrounded by nine hundred thousand dollar condos, and I come here to get a little peace and quiet. And if you are betting that (A) I give a flying fuck about your safety or (B) how far people are willing to go to defend their investments, then keep going and throwing your garbage everywhere, and I will break that empty fourty off in your pubescent ass while I fashion a garrote wire out of your three chest hairs to strangle you with, you fuckwits. Pick up your shit, I am not your mom.
Lovingly yours,
~Yersa
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