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This Week in ACC Twitterings: Sunny Beach Edition

Welcome to your ACC Tweets of the Week post, where we highlight the funniest stuff said in 140 characters or less, about any and everything related to ACC Sports.

Simmer down, people, I'm back. I spent last week at the beach with the little toes, and here I sit, rested and relaxed. Actually, a little bored. I mean, am I the only one who can't stand more than 3 or 4 days tops at the beach? Miss L Toe and the little toes could stay there for a lifetime, but not me. No way. Cheese and Crackers man, I hate that place.

Now I know what you're thinking. This guy is some kind of commie! He's un-American! No, that's not it at all. I am a curmudgeon, sure, but I am as patriotic as anybody. Before I get off on a tangent, let me explain myself.

Stuff is expensive at the beach. Food. Gas. Everything. No wonder the locals hate the visitors. I wonder if the prices go back down in the Winter? The beds are lumpy. The sand is hot. The water is salty. The traffic is terrible. The locals hate you. Did I mention that stuff is expensive? Oh yeah, the locals hate you.

Now if your missusses are like my missus, they could spend all day down there. And, if you have chaps, well, you know all too well what a hassle a day at the beach can be. Something along the lines of...

Lather them up with sunblock. Load up the chairs, towels, tents, cooler, shovels, pails, rafts, surfboards, boogie boards, kites, and whatever else you could just enjoy in the comfort and AC of your hotel room. Pack mule it down to the elevator, wait 5 minutes. Hump it across 2 parking lots, and a quarter mile of scorching sand to find that perfect spot. Set up the tent. Lather up the kids again. Set a chair under the tent. Lather up yourself with sunblock. Grab a beer from the cooler, which slips out of your coconut scented hand. Grab another one. Lather up the kid again. Go "play in the water" for a minute while you pee. Go back to the chair, get salt water All. Over. Everything. Lather up the kids again. This is about the time that one of the kids starts whining about being hungry or tired. Time to tear down, and haul all that crap back up to the room. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Next year, I'm hiring a Sherpa.

I have to admit it, I didn't spend a whole lot of time scouring Twitter over the last 2 weeks. Not to worry, though. Now that I am back at work, I will be able to dedicate a much larger portion of my time to entertaining you, the readers of BTP. Let's dig in, shall we?

This one was particularly funny to me, because I was at that game, surrounded by Orange. When my drunk buddy and I threw the "P" into their chant every time they did it, the old fogies got a little testy. Good times - until the punt.
Tee hee.
Good stuff. Look at the Dark Overlord, bringing the funny and making the list again.
Who? Important news about our new league brethren broke this week. Hilarity ensued.
I LOL'ed. Then, this little exchange made me chuckle:
Look at our very own TVP, jumping in the mix there. All quality efforts this week. You know, you don't make this esteemed list without a belly laugh from me. The next one, however, had me rolling. That's why it gets the Gold Star Tweet of the Week award:
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Have a great week everybody.