Monday, September 10, 2007

scene Monday morning in front of four doors


This was what I was met with on my morning walk along the beach at four doors, It was ghastly, and made me wonder what good the alcohol ban is having, if the scofflaws just party on after dark.

10 comments:

Barney Wilkes said...

These are the kind of things that have been happening there ever since they opened it up to the public!

(`!~! said...

Well Dr. Wilkes, it's reported way back in time there was a tire hanging from the shack's rafters, swinging on a hemp rope. One day you consumed so much alcohol you were unable to pry youself out of tihe the tire. McBride and your other cronies left you there in a drunken stuper.

Anonymous said...

Sounds as if truth is stranger than fiction, doesn't it?

Jan-Michael Vincent said...

I ust now find a new beach to piss my pants and to try to have my way with Mrs. Q-ball.

Terry Beard said...

Those Hawaiians couldn't drink their way outta a paper bag!

Anonymous said...

Methinks Terri, people who abuse Handicapped Parking placads should have their torsoe tatoos burned off.

peggy sue said...

Jan-Michael, and what that be?

poor me said...

People hide behind these nom de blogd, no good--that's what is is no good. Writer of 'Monday Morning at Four Doors', stop sniviling, go buy beach front propert, and lock the gate, that way you won't have nin-com-poops coming to your personal beach. Haw, haw, you ain't got the money. So, go to Four Doors and suffer.

sleepy time gal said...

Like, what aew you doing at 4 door. We thought you were 'core' Ol' Manz. What gives?

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