Questions

Enraptured girl, watching sunset with boyfriend: I just love it when the sun sinks into the sea like this! But I have a question…
Boy: Huh? What?
Girl, turning serious: Why doesn't the sea boil?

–Kauai, Hawaii

Little girl: Mommy, where’s the rest of your bathing suit?
Mother: It’s called a ‘thong,’ honey.
Little girl: Like that song?
Mother: Yes, honey, just like the song.

Little girl hums ‘Thong Song.’

–West Palm Beach, Florida

Little girl: Mommy, where’s the rest of your bathing suit?
Mother: It’s called a ‘thong,’ honey.
Little girl: Like that song?
Mother: Yes, honey, just like the song.

Little girl hums ‘Thong Song.’

–West Palm Beach, Florida

Girl #1: Because I'm not talking to him.
Girl #2: Oh, really? I didn't know.
Girl #1: Yeah, I'm not talking to him.
Girl #2: Why?
Girl #1: Because I'm not talking to him.
Girl #2: Ohhhh.

–Cavehill, Barbados

Chick #1: So, where are you going for your trip?
Chick #2: Thailand!
Chick #1: Cool! I worked with a guy from Korea once!
Chick #2: Ummm, yeah, that’s not the same, really.
Chick #1: It’s not? Oh… Things must be different now than from when he lived there.

–Pacific Beach, San Diego, California

Overheard by: American Goods

Tourist: So where you from?
Hot girl: Uh, here. Where’d you think I was from?
Tourist: I dunno. It’s just that here, people are always like “Ooh, I’m from Venezuela” and I’m just like, dude, what the fuck is Venezuela?

–Miami Beach, Florida

Old hairy guy: Welcome to the Pacific Ocean!
Dumb blonde: Huh? The ocean? I thought you said we were going to the beach!

–Beverly Beach, Oregon

Overheard by: please tell me she’s kidding

Little girl: Mommy! I caught a wave!
Mother: Did you catch any trash?

–Brighton Beach, New York

Guy: Why do you have a wooden fork?
Girl: First of all, because it's biodegradable; and second, it's hard to eat a cupcake.

–Sprinkles, Newport Beach, California

Overheard by: M

Cop, pointing to trash can filled rim with beer and alcohol bottles: Are all of these yours?
Tall man, pointing to one lone bottle: Well, that one's not mine.

–Belmar, New Jersey