Last week I went to the beach. Edisto Beach. Its an island a little south of Charleston. There was lots of beer drinking, game playing and getting annoyed with family members. cause thats how I roll. Family style. word.

I went to a serpentarium, you know, one of those places with lots of serpents. And some alligators. cant have a zoo in the south without some alligators. I got some video of some alligators getting fed. They swallow their food whole. Thats right. Their food. They swallow it. Whole. So why the fuck do they got teeth? I dont know. I didnt ask.

I thought it'd be cool if I told them I wanted all the motherfuckin snakes out of my motherfuckin serpentarium, but I didnt tell them that. So it wasnt cool. But it would have been.

I went to Fort Sumter. Apparently Abner Doubleday was stationed there during the shelling. Apparently he aimed a cannon at a hotel in Charleston and shot 2 rounds into it. He said he did it because the room service was terrible. That amused me and my fellow National Park patrons.

I got 2 more stamps in my National Parks passport. I'm afraid theres going to be some Park passport stamp inflation though. Ft Sumters an island, right? So to get to this island you take a boat. This boat has to dock somewhere. They built the area around the area you catch the boat up and named it "Libery Square." I'm pretty sure it has no historical significance. The other problem is that there is another one of these on the other side of Charleston harbor called "Patriots Point." So now my book has an extra, worthless stamp that I shouldnt have stamped. And I'm ashamed to be an American.