This picture sums up Myrtle Beach pretty sufficiently, for the crude, unabashed Redneck Riviera it pretty much is. To clarify one thing, the destroyed underwear was fortunately not mine, but I won’t specify whose. The rest of the weekend was horrendous but delicious foods, lazy rivers ruined by fucking idiots, drinking, humidity that made it difficult to differentiate between the air outside and the air around my balls, more drinking, Butterfly, persons of questionable age, jackhammers, and Four Loko. But for as many beaches I’ve been to this summer, it was nice to actually have gone into the ocean and wash about the waves for a little bit for a change.
