Anyway, I'm walking along the shore, feeling all zen, when I see this guy. Now, this guy... he was committed to his beach experience. He was wearing a full suit. A full, brown, business-casual suit. With a hat. And glasses. I'm thinking, "Okay, maybe he's just on his lunch break from a very important offshore bank? Or perhaps he's a secret agent who really hates sand in his loafers." So, he's crouched down, right? And he's got these... uh... things sticking out of the sand. And I'm trying to figure out what they are. Are they... giant, sandy potatoes? Some kind of weird, lumpy sea creature? My mind's racing. Is this a new reality show? "Naked and Beige"? Then, the second panel hits. And I swear, my jaw dropped so hard I think I chipped a tooth. The suit guy is still there, but now he's looking even more flustered, like he's just realized he left his iron on. And what's sticking out of the sand? It's not potatoes. It...
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