La Jolla Shores Leopard SharksDon’t front on a brother, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers
In England, a man used a shot gun and blew off part of his middle finger to remove a wart. Good thing he didn’t have hemorrhoids.
The man replacing Osama bin Laden, Aymen al-Zawahri, has been described as unlikeable, petty and irritating. As opposed to that fun-loving crack up, Osama bin Laden.
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The man replacing Osama bin Laden, Aymen al-Zawahri, has been described as unlikeable, contentious and irritating. Navy Seal Team Six described him as next.
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The person replacing Osama bin Laden, Aymen al-Zawahri, has been described as contentious, unlikeable and pompous. No, wait, I’m sorry, that’s Callista Gingrich, my mistake.
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Facebook lost 6 mil. users in May. Well sure, they’re going to twitter, that’s where all the good congressional penis pictures end up.
Since you asked:
What a day. Surfed at La Jolla Shores over dozens and dozens of leopard sharks. They were right underneath my board as I rode the waves.
Then it was the Artera bar at the Del Mar Marriot for Thai mussels and a crisp white wine. No lie, I felt like a modern day, half-ass Ernest Hemingway:
The clear blue ocean water stung with cold at first, but then was pleasant and cool. He paddled out like a Viking warrior crossing a Fjord to battle. The waves were good. Strong waves. Fun waves. Waves you rode like a chestnut stallion rounding the stretch at Churchill Downs.
For what was sung is true, when you catch a wave you are sitting on top of the world. Actually, standing on top of the world, 'cause only pussies sit on a surfboard, but I digress.
Underneath his board swam a school of beautiful Leopard Sharks, so graceful, so elegant and how so quickly and stealthily they swam away when he fell in the water. Vanishing like ghosts. Only to return on each and every wave. Like ghosts that do return. Yes.
When he was through and pleasantly spent, he strapped his board on top of his car - taking a moment to tap three times on the board for thanks and luck- and then he poured the big jug of cool water over his head. Oh, the water. Oh, the water. Oh, the water. Let run all over me. And it stoned me to my soul.
The barroom windows were bright, but the wood bar was warm and friendly, like the pretty bartender. The mussels were briny, sweet and nourishing, like the ocean from which they came. So was the wine, cool and crisp reviving him like a plunge on a hot day.
It was all so good, the waves, the leopard sharks, the ocean, the French bread dipped into the sweet and sour butter and wine sauce of the briny mussels. And the wine. It almost made him forget about the thing. No, not that thing, the other thing. You know, the thing before the thing. Yes, that thing. It made him forget about it. But not fahhgettaboutit in a douche-y Mike-the Situation way.
Then he napped. No, really, he really napped. This isn’t some annoying metaphor for dying, the guy snoozed like a big hound dog, snoring like a Labrador on his back who happens to be named Wrigley. And trust me, that dog snores like a freaking drunken sailor.
(Awed applause building to a thunderous crescendo)
Thunderous Crescendo is my new band.