I read that on a trip down to Punta San Jose. Those words were written on the inside wall of the ramshackle outhouse that used to stand on the windblown cliff. That was until the hole below the thing swallowed it like Rosie O'donnell scarfing a KitKat. I used to wonder what the guy (girl?) was talking about. I think I know now. Piece of advice: when you feel like it's all swirling and spiraling downward- flush it... and go surfing. And that's what I'm gonna do.
|Don't let it eat you alive.|
Looks like a Aussie crapper
Also known as a snapper when down under.
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