EASTER HORROR - Something You See On The Beach You Wish You'd Never Seen

WARNING WARNING WARNING

You see, you all think life is grand in St. Pete. You think we head out on Easter morning to secure a nice spot on Sunset Beach, cooler with beverages, snacks and treats. You think we lay in the sun (or under our tent) and without a care in the world. You would be wrong. Yes, we headed out on Easter morning to Sunset Beach with cooler in tow. It was a great morning and crowds were down. Got the tent pitched and the beach rug and chairs in place. Time to settle in, check out the people, and take a dip. The meter is paid for all day so no hurry and nothing else to do but take in all the sights and sounds of the beach.

Tent is pitched, beach rug in place, and chairs about to be positioned.

Okay, using the cooler as a footrest, and hunkered down in my chair. Settling in for a long Easter day at the beach.

The crowd hasn't arrived yet and the Gulf is calm, the water is warm and all is well.

LAST WARNING - I'D TURN BACK IF I WERE YOU. OKAY, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

And then along comes this guy to bring me back to earth. He had his bling, he had his cowboy hat, and he had his...................................thong.

I'm speechless. Someone please give oxygen to Patty, my new friend in Creve Couer who didn't heed my warnings. Stewart, this is something you won't see at Lake Storey. For all that is Holy, do not try this at home or in public.

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