The stunningly beautiful bride was about to walk down the isle on her father's arm when she suddenly slid on a slimy piece of seaweed and landed butt first in the sand. A wave washed over her, depositing another glob of the stuff in her lap. She was helped up by her father, who tried to clean her off, but the green smear was there to stay. Oh well, she trudged off again, dodging through the debris and slowly making her way to her groom in the distance. A raucous birdcall gave warning too late, and a plop of poop from the sky landed in her hair. If that wasn't enough, the trade winds picked up their pace and slammed into her throwing her off balance and whisking away her veil. By the time she reached her love, she was no longer a stunningly beautiful bride. Thank goodness she would never have to walk down the isle again she thought as she stepped on a crab, skirted a dead fish, and sidestepped 2 rusty cans, a pile of driftwood, and several plastic bottles with Japanese labels.
