What’s so wrong with sand??!
So…I posted about the new website a little bit ago, and mentioned the bag of sand I sent out the other day. I immediately got yelled at by two of my friends telling me that “I crossed the line.” There’s a LINE??? What the hell is this…the f-ing Hello Kittie store at your local mall? I would understand if I pooped between pieces of wonder bread and sent out shit sandwiches everyday, but this was SAND…CALIFORNIA SAND!
Ok, so I’m a jerk, or whatever, but seriously…there are people in undeveloped countries who gather around TV sets hoping to catch a glimps of California sand…or Baywatch boobies…and I could only imagine the look on one of their children’s faces if they were actually able to TOUCH California sand.
Anyway, the guy I sent the sand to was in Chicago, and I sent it to him with a letter explaining to him that here in Southern California it was close to 80 degrees at the beach that day and that I knew through the wonders of the internet, that it was FREEZING in Chicago. So, he might not have received a Captain Planet video, or an iPod, or whatever, but he’s got bag filled with a thousand* grains of sand (or LOVE) from Malibu, California! When he’s down he can smell California in the sand, he can build something with the sand, he can create artwork, re-gift it, or he can throw it in his nephews eyes to make him stronger.
-Mike
PS. Sand is beautiful, and I won’t stand for anyone discriminating against it.
*Approximation.
April 1st, 2008 at 11:18 am
dude! At least the guy didn’t get a broken seashell (thanks to USPS) and a certificate of authenticity written on a Del Taco napkin. (I didn’t post this to give the site an idea. That’s what the bastartds sent me the first time I bought a mystery prize!!)