Though he breathed easy at low tide, as soon as high tide washed in, so did the bloated corpse of the prostitute. Oh brother! Spring Break on Myrtle B

[Call Waiting for Godot 169]

Though he breathed easy at low tide, as soon as high tide washed in, so did the bloated corpse of the prostitute. Oh brother! Spring Break on Myrtle Beach would never be the same again...