Sooooo, at the beach, some crazy guy punked us (really, the kids while I stood there dumbfounded) into creating their own drum circle. Then some guy was offering jiffy peanut butter samples right out the jar with a knife. There was the buff, greased up guy in speedos. Then there was the old, ashy, knock kneed guy in speedos. Police questioning people and police getting cussed out by some drunk laid out on the sidewalk. Weed shop here, weed shop there. Booty cheeks hanging out everywhere. My daughter is now afraid of mentally unstable people and Andy is becoming afraid of germs. This my people, is the culture of Venice Beach. Embrace it!
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| Getting their pose on while waiting for Aunty Chevon. |
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| Yes big booty girl, we cater to you as well. Did you peep the boobs in back? |
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| Giggles |
By the way, when I said that's enough of the drum circle, the guy said no it's not and continued drumming away. Needless to say, after our little music lesson, we headed straight to the restroom to wash our hands.
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