Hell, at that point as long as we took Fritos, other interesting snacks, and something to drink, I’d go anywhere. The seven of us (three couples and another female) climbed into Cliff’s Ford Econoline van. I’m sure you know the type; tie-dyed curtains, pillows, and probably “Ten Years After” or "Crosby, Stills, and Nash, playing on the 8-track.
Instead of driving straight to the beach, we were surprised when Cliff jumped on the freeway. We asked him where he was going and he said he wanted us to go to his favorite beach, at Smuggler's Cove. A few of us knew that “Smuggler’s cove," was in the Portuguese Bend area of Rancho Palos Verdes. A few of us also knew that it was a "clothing optional" beach. Cliff always talked about how much he liked it there, so he was totally geeked and as happy as could be, that we were all going there.
Once we finally got there, Cliff parked the van on the street and we climbed down the trail to the beach. When we got close to the bottom, everybody in our group saw what kind of place it was. A couple of the girls were saying things like “oh, hell no!” and "don't expect me to be taking my clothes off!"
When we got to the end of the trail and got fairly close to the water, Cliff started ripping off his clothes and yelled, “last one in is a rotten egg!” Everybody except one of the girls started stripping down. But Cliff had a head start. He tore his clothes off as fast as he could and started racing for the water. He was far ahead of the rest of us. He wasn't alone though, he had company...
It was his tail! He had several sheets of toilet paper trailing out behind him, fluttering in the breeze from his butt crack!
Ugh! Attractive! Talk about letting it all hang out!
ReplyDeleteLMAO! That's a great story, so 70s. :)
ReplyDeleteHAHA, what a picture. Very funny post.
ReplyDeleteHello! Thanks for stopping by my blog and following.
ReplyDeleteYou have a very interesting blog too...it's going to take me a while to catch up on your past posts :-)
If that doesn't make and embarrassing situation, more embarrassing, I don't know what does.
ReplyDeleteOh my word. Was it intentional or unintentional? Either way, it is hilarious! :)
ReplyDeleteThe guy didn't even notice it. When he hit the water it "disengaged" from his rear. But I promise you, we NEVER let him forget it. He moved away shortly after that, but the subject never failed to bring it up, everytime we had the chance.... If only I had a camera with me.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha oh poor guy!! Way to look hot in front of the girls :P Where's the camera when you need it?! It could've made for great blackmailing!
ReplyDeleteGreat story, but I think I am glad you didn't have a camera at the time....
ReplyDeletePat, that is the funniest thing I have read in a long time...those days were truly good times!
ReplyDeleteSarah- A camera would have been great. He admit that it happened. But we didn't care. We hammered him with it anyway.
ReplyDeleteBetty- Yep, it was a classic. I still wish I had a pic
Chuck- Thanks! You are right, it was a wild time.
I guess I'm gonna have to do a post of my exploits in Haight-Ashbury, during the "summer of love."
Tail between the legs? Dang! Never had a skinny dipping memory!!! Jealous.
ReplyDeleteLMAO! What a great surprise ending! I wasn't expecting that.
ReplyDeleteMade me chuckle that did, I could just imagine his tail fluttering in the wind. haha brilliant.
ReplyDeleteYou are a living ebodiment of the times. Did you old hippies even USE toilet paper back then. In my mind you guys always just grabbed leaves off the trees. My mistake. Great post. Didn't see that end coming at all.
ReplyDeleteNah, we usually used tree bark, or small furry animals!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! You never fail to amuse! This story painted a very funny picture!
ReplyDeleteNo...this did not happen....
ReplyDeleteHey Toni
ReplyDeleteYes, it did happen. I saw the toilet paper flapping in the breeze as he ran...LOL