Soo...we sets off.. 11.20am...tobacco....taxes......breakfast........
...tobacco...taxes..breakfast......
I say...listen....it is the busiest 2 weeks of the whole year for the beach......we are going down late....what about we do the jobs and come back to town for tapas and coffee......
What do ya mean Late....it is only 10am..........?
I mean Late...coz we didn't leave the house until almost 11.30am....
Aw...it doesn't matter....I'll get us in.......
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{the words strike dread...coz that usually means he is going to park somewhere you shouldn't....}
He goes down...and there is absolutely no parking spaces....
So he bangs..clangs and drives out like the frustrated boy racer he is.....
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Gets to the top of the road......shoots across the road with a vengence...straight back on the road to town........
So I says Woah.....were we not meant to got into the village to pay the tax...and get some tobacco.........?
And he goes Fluff it........I'm not turning back now......................................
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And....you Wonder why I
#SmokemoreDope ......
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The only saving grace was breakfast....Not on the beach.......
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