Snakes on a M@$%F*#ing Beach!

So I reached for the camera phone at a couple points during the past week's vacation. Grab a shot from the deck of the beach looking all purdy at sunset:


Capture it looking quite sinister, but still beautiful, as a storm rolled in:


But perhaps most importantly, I went scrambling for it with the greatest velocity, when this flew overhead:

That's right suckers! Snakes on a M$%&F*&#ing Beach! And you know, the funniest thing is that I have never, repeat, never seen one of these banners fly over Wrightsville Beach. It just doesn't happen there. Not that kind of beach. And I never saw another one for the rest of the week. (On a side note, I love that they are so cheap that they didn't even pay for a banner long enough to read "Snakes on a Plane." Instead they just shelled out for "Snakes + Plane.") All signs point to one thing: cinematic event of our lifetime occurring in five days.