Why did Sally sell seashells by the seashore?

Why did Sally sell seashells by the seashore?

For way to long the great people of this world have been wondering this very question, tonight my friends it’s time for it to be answered!
So, go pour you’re self a large bowl of cereal, and come back for this grand story.

The story begins a long time ago, in an age when things were simple. A time most of us have forgotten, or at least a time most of us can’t remember anymore. This is mainly due to the endless 24 hour TV. I know, I know who I’m I to dis TV. This magical box of lights and sounds. Ahh.. Just try to walk past a TV and not look, just try. But, this not the part of the story I want to get into tonight, we will save that story for another bowl of cereal.  

Sally being a smart girl, who loved the seashore understood, that a lot of kids weren’t allowed to play near the ocean, their land loving parent thought in the olden days that Shark were dangerous creature that could come ashore and eat you. And eat you dead. Galeophobia what it’s called in the smart college geeky kid circles!

“Martin, it's all psychological. You yell barracuda, everybody says, "Huh? What?" You yell shark, we've got a panic on our hands on the Fourth of July.”

Sally being the smart girl she was understood that the Man eating sharks were just something Hollywood made up to keep people from visiting the FREE ocean, and convinced people to visit resort towns where they could swim in SAFE, not free swimming pools. This made Sally rather sad. Sally loved the salty breeze, the feeling of sand in her toes, and the colour outfits the older female children wore to impress the older boy children. She didn’t always enjoy the weird shaped balloons next to the whiskey bottle she collected for her ocean samples thou,
One day, a cold brisk day, in late March, Sally had a great idea to collect shell, sell them for a shiny coin, and let the children of the world take home a piece of her magical wonderland. This is when Sally started selling seashell by the seashore.


Sally is now a multi billionaire living in a tropical island, escape the corporate greed of the ocean front shop who sell you over price crappy seashell that they import from china, but the bastards are to lazy to walk out the back of their shops and collect the FREE one that wash up on the beach.

Damn you corporate lazy fascist pigs!


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