One day most of the group decided to go pick shells on the Indonesian seashore "sounds familiar" along one of the secluded beaches (say that ten times). The variety of shells were amazing and our collectors brought home 20 pounds of shells. The few of us (Lena, Travis, Dean, & me) left decided to go for a surf in front of the shell pickers and..
after they saw Dean get slotted on his 9'-0" longboard the rest was history. "Get the dingy! Bring my board" Kirby yelled! "What the *#^@@)&^ are we doing picking shells in front of this?" Laurie shouted as she began snapping photos.
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