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I was stuck in Boracay for a good two weeks in 2005 for a male modeling contest and we didn't have much to do except while away the days soaking up the sun and drinking til we couldn't remember our social security numbers (oh wait I can't even do that when I'm sober) but yeah... anyhoo.
One night I was hanging out in a bar with a couple of gay friends and the models; getting wasted and whatnot was the order of the evening. As time goes by I realize that some of the fags have left for god knows where and thought nothing more of it until they came back an hour later. I was like... where the hell have you guys been? And they said: "Oh we just took a walk on the beach and it was great!" In reply I bent over, wiped the bora sand off their kneecaps and said "So why do you have sand on your knees?"
Hmmm.
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