I was on my way to the beach, riding on some sort of contraption like a wagon or platform with wheels, which was extremely uncomfortable, because I was forced to kneel down on my knees the whole time. I was aware that Noel Fielding was also going to the beach, but he had a van that we driving, and was way ahead of me - except he wasn't because he had turned around and went back to get something he'd forgotten. Meanwhile, I was frustrated because I'd somehow lost track of where the road was, and was scooting along on these big grassy hills on my little knee-cart.
Noel caught up to me right around the time I found the road again. I had been debating turning around and trying to catch up with him, and decided it would be better if I just slogged on. Then he picked me up in his van and drove really, really fast and we got ot the beach within minutes. Then he told me that some girl he knew told him, that the hair on my knuckles reminded her of the hair on my stomach, and also the hair on his head. This made an awful lot of sense at the time, and utterly confounds me, now.
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