Butch and Me

Me and Butch was sluggin the bed when the collector came by and told us about them fins at south beach and how some tourist was gonna get eatin so we fired up the dodge van to drive down there and see them fins in person. Didn’t have no sticker so we went up to Priscilla and guess what? Somebody was holdin our favorite parkin spot for us with cinder blocks so we stuck the van and hoofed it from there. South beach looked pretty much the same to Me and Butch but we could tell right off that something was different cause the onion rings smelled fresh, like they was just made. Me and Butch like our rings with a little age on em. Kinda disappointin that the smell was all wrong but we was at the beach for fins not rings. Got to the beech and the first thing Me and Butch saw was a big orange beach ball way out innna water all by its lonesome. So Butch back stroked out there to fetch it so we could sell it to some kid and get rings with the pro seeds. Sure nuff, Butch grabbed the thing and it musta been alive cause it hollered at him something fierce. And it was hangin onto the bottom and wooden let go. So Butch peed and was back stroking to shore when he saw them fins for the first time. They was just lazin in the waves like they owned the joint. Butch didn wanna bother em or nothin. He just back stroked around em to get a good look. Them fins just bobbed inna waves not payin Butch no mind. Butch didn think that there was nothing to worry about so he peed a little more and stroked onta shore. Butch is a real thinkin kinda guy. He figured out that them fins wasn’t after no tourist they was after the rings. Cause when Butch and Me was standin onna beech, them fins got outta the water makin straitaway to Liam’s. I knew that they was fins all right cause they had them little bathin soots and was talkin sing songy and they had sun burn somethin fierce. But we couldn figure out how them fins coulda got a beech sticker. Musta parked on Priscilla.