Getting Beached Out

I'm not really going to ramble much about what I have seen. You will know what I have seen, after you see it. We got lost on the way to Holden Beach and came across this really sketchy place. I returned in the safety of daylight to find that I was still not safe. I parked with the engine running and facing the street. Must be a Junkyard or maybe Chris Maret's house. I would be equally cautious to use the bathroom in either one.

This is the Hurse from the previous picture driven by "Chucky" from AFI's #11 film, Child's Play. In the back seat was Elvira and Dracula. I would post those pictures but I know you guys need your sleep.

I am going to guess that the "artist" here is southern as he depicts two Confederate soldiers hanging a Union one.

Behind this fence is the largest herd of unicorns I have seen to date. I would have gotten closer, but it was guarded by a Liger, and we all know you dont mess with a Liger near the Ocean. They draw their power from baby dolphins and they are at a high count in this area.

This escaped convict wouldn't stop "makin eyes" at me. I took a picture of him in his stolen police car and then blinded him by reflecting my watch in the sun. Take that!

I guess the cop in the back of the car was tired and asked his "cargo" to take a turn driving. Nice people around here. Even convicted killers.

Oh joy, nothing stirs the spirits like discovering the rental bike dumpsite for all of the kidnapped tourists, lured in by a brand new Coke machine. I was actually scared off by some weird sounds and could not get a few other things. The inside of the building was a full replica of a funeral home visitation with Richard Nixon giving a eulogy. I wonder if this guy would watch my stuff while I go inside......

Last but not least, I saw some idiot unicycling on the beach. He must be skilled.