The Dumb Band Talk About Sand!

So the cat was out and about from his sea and he really had to pee. I found the big litterbox you call a beach and satisfaction was in reach. Do not worry though. I buried it good and deep at my show. Then I saw the nuts. They really have sniffed one too many butts.

"Gung, how does sand get on the beach?"

"I don't know, Ho. Maybe by some giant's reach?"

"So a giant comes and dumps sand and makes it?"

"That is my best guess. Think it is a hit?"

The two discussed a giant placing sand all across the land. They yapped and yapped, then their arms flapped. Yep, they flapped around like a bird. The two were really absurd.

"Maybe a giant with wings flapped around and turned rocks into sand?"

"Gung, that would be grand."

"Just think about a giant rock crusher in our pocket."

"We could make enough sand to build a sand rocket."

"Ho, let's get that giant and go into the sand business today!"

"Gung, that is the best idea ever, I say."

The two climbed rocks and gave Gawker type gawks. They searched high and low for a giant to show. Yep, they searched low. Maybe the meaning of giant is lost on those with a brain of a crow. Wait! Haven't we been there? No repeats at my lair.

"Gung, the rock crushing giant is nowhere to be seen."

"Maybe we need to make more of a scene?"

"Gung, I have it! Let's pretend we are giant rocks in a sand pit."

"That is a great idea, Ho. The rock crushing giant is sure to show."

Gung sat like a big boulder on the beach while Ho sat like a small one in his reach. They sat there for hours on end. They were there so long I had to repeat what brought me to this bend. I figured I could give them a wake up call. So I went by them and did not bury it at all.

"Ho, did you feel that? A giant just went splat."

"Gung, he must be hiding in the ocean and splatted us with his constant motion."

The two ran toward the water as fast as they could. I guess you cannot expect the brainless to really be understood. They splashed and swam and searched away. They did it so much they finally sank into the bay. Maybe the cat is rid of them for good? I doubt it, they will be back at my hood. I grabbed some nearby bass and wiggled home with my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.