The Art of Understatement

Gar decided to get a temporary tattoo on the beach. Dudes walk around with binders full of designs. You could get a clever and mystic swirl on you lower back that might mean 'power' or 'fertility' to some tribe on the interior of Africa. Or you could get a topless and well endowed smirking lady on your shoulder to signify how hard and reckless you are. Gar opted for our 'Pull the Pin' graphic designed by Toast. The man drew it up and put the outline on Gar's left upper back and drew it with a practiced steady hand.

Meanwhile, Morgan worked diligently about 30 feet away on the construction of a city made of sand. It was a walled city built on the edge of a small river that ran in and out of a tide pool as the waves came in and went back out. It was a well-thought out and well-constructed city that was to be the pillar of all civilization. Morgan found an old rusty hoe and began to deepen the riverbed that ran by his New Town. A true model of urban planning.

As a reward for an industrious afternoon, Morgan decided to treat himself to a hoe pedicure. But he forgot the old saying that you can't hug with nuclear arms. Following that strain of logic, you also can't pedicure with with a hoe. You'll take the whole nail off. And so he did, cleanly hewn with the expert stroke of a master swordsman.

"UH GUYS.....WE GOT A SITUATION HERE," said Morgan with forced restraint, as he pressed his severed toenail back down onto his hemorrhaging toe and skittered along the fuzzy edge of consciousness. Morg Myer, hard at work at the art of understatement.

I'm fine you're fine everything's fine.