I dislike the ocean very much. I went snorkeling in Mexico a while back, and shit was cool at first. I’m in the water looking at some pretty fish, lots of different colors, shit’s pretty dope. Then I see this fucking mean ass barracuda lookin mahfucka swimming towards me and naturally I gasp for air, but I’m fuckin snorkeling underwater right, so I inhale a lung full of seawater and now I’m about to die either by drowning or this big toothed fish type creature is going to eat me or maybe both. Luckily I fucking swim to the top and as soon as my head gets out of water I’m literally about 1 foot away from this huge fucking bird, the ones with the huge beaks right, and it starts fucking flapping its wings and making all this sound at me, I nearly had a fucking heart attack, all the while I’m choking and coughing up seawater while I’m worried about the creature below my feet. I swam my ass off back to shore and just laid in the sand for awhile. Last time I ever went in the ocean.