Reminds me of a story
Years back, I was walking home from high school along the beach with a mate. Clearly some people had enjoyed a nice day in the sun earlier, because there were several sand sculptures dotted around the place, including a lovely one of a seal, with a big round head.

My mate decided this was perfect for kicking, and sprinted along the beach to deliver a mighty kick to the sand seal's cranium. The sculptor of this masterpiece had clearly anticipated such an occurrence, however, as soon became apparent.

Putting everything he had into it, my friend booted the seal in the side of the head with his flimsy Converse trainer. Instead of the expected spray of sand, there was a dull thud and the head gently rolled off onto the ground as my friend collapsed in agony, clasping his foot. Walking over to investigate, I saw that what we thought was a ball of sand was actually a roughly spherical rock the size of a cantaloupe, lightly coated in damp sand.

I thought it was hilarious. My friend, less so.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Thu 13 Aug 2009, 13:01, Reply)