so when i lived in new orleans i went to florida with some friends for spring break, near navarre beach to be exact. we brought the jet skis out and it was a pretty good time if you can get over the constant swamp ass of florida. towards the end of the trip on one of the days my friend and i decided to go out a couple miles and hit waves. we get out there and the waves are big so we're having fun then out of the corner of my eye i see something bright blue for a second before a wave blocks my view and it looks like a fuckin person. my first instinct is to haul ass to it but to hit the waves diagonally so im not launching like 7 ft in the air and landing on this person. after like 5 minutes of going over waves and my boy having no idea why tf we're going this far out i see the dude. its legit a fuckin mexican man in a sombrero on one of those bright blue pool floats just chillin like 2-3 miles from the coast. thats not it though, this fuckin guy had a little chihuahua mix with him and the dog was straight chilling, didnt even look worried or phased. so i roll up on this dude expecting to hear "thank god you found me please help me". nah, dude goes "HOYE COMPA, NO TIENES UN PINCHE CERVEZA EN ESE MADRE?" which roughly translates to "AYE HOMIE, YOU DONT GOT A FUCKIN BEER IN THAT MOTHERFUCKER DO YOU?" man i couldnt even laugh i was just like wtf is going on right now, obviously i didnt have a beer on me and my friend didnt speak spanish so hes even more clueless than me at this point. i asked the dude if he needed help or wanted us to drag them back in and hes just like nah im ok right here. so i told my friend and we kinda looked at eachother and shrugged and said bye to the guy. thats when i realized everythinf you hear about florida is probably true, florida people are built different bro.
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