The Sika African Travel Story – Part Five: The Butt Crack Sand
Why is it every time you get home from the beach your butt crack is full of sand?
I can just picture one grain of sand noticing you laying there minding your own business; spread out on a beach towel reading the latest Stephen King novel: “This way, he is preoccupied! To the crack! This way, guys! Giddy-up! To our new home!”
And I always get surprised walking home from the beach; shorts full of sand having to walk like a baby with a full diaper; creating sounds of a muffled maracas and experience the peeling sensation of thousands grains of sand working their way down to create a chafing wound between your inner thighs.
Tan update: I have now reached step three: Pink.
The Sika African Travel Story – Part One: Sparks Flying
The Sika African Travel Story – Part Two: NoTube YouTube
The Sika African Travel Story – Part Three: Fisherman’s Friend
The Sika African Travel Story – Part Four: The Jalla Jalla Wedding
It’s due to the amount of hair….
So they like dark, hairy places..? Damn it!!