The Beach at Night on a Holiday

can be a Scary Place.
Or rather, an amusing one.

Stymied for something to do and with a serious want to hoop, I grabbed an old friend that I had a slightly creepy history with and hauled over to the beach. He did some sort of stick juggling and I hooped and all was well until the drunk people came. They were rambunctious, and I taught two of them to hoop. Sort of.

The one floundered about, dropping flat onto the sand and disregarding the space of the hoop to his balls's detriment. Then a few minutes later he came charging out of the ocean, straight at me, and pulled his boxers (swim trunks?) down around his knees.

His penis was small. The internet needed to know.

I moved out of the way, still spinning my hoop.

It was ridiculously easy to engineer some excuse to get my hoops back, and get them far away, and run up the long stairs and back to my car, my friend(?) in tow.

At least I got some good hooping in!