I prefer to rave than bitch, but the speed boats at Crystal Crescent on Thursday night were cause for an exception.
Stage one: fly close to the beach repeatedly at high speed driving the families ashore. Stage two: chain yourselves together and blare music at top volume drowning out the ocean. Stage three: break apart and leave and throwing boxes and other debris over your shoulder and into the surf by the beach as you depart.
Mission accomplished: you are now all certified assholes.
Congratulations. —After work beach lover