making friends part 2

Finally got the nod of approval from this duppah.
This is the summer look, for the black trench coat gets a little toasty in the heat.

Name was not understood.
But certain we’ll be bumpin knuckles on a daily basis from here on out.

Stay tuned.

Atl-iens Norte by East

Drawn to that right coast like a club to a baby seal’s head.

making friends part 1

Timeless advice for the imperialistically minded surf tourist.
 
1.       Paddle out in a group; it can be lonely taking 1ft sets on the head all by your lonesome.
2.       Paddle directly to the peak; what’s the point of falling into rotation when you are marginally more skilled than the rest?
3.       Paddle for every, single, solitary bump that crosses your radar; gotta attain your quota somehow.
4.       Back paddle others to get behind un-makeable sections; this shows your commitment to CHARGING! Bro.
5.       Talk loud amongst your group; locals should be able to learn from your subtle pillaging.

the underground

stringer-less quad fin arrangement for the 5-0 roi des belges.
will it work?
don’t they all?

nev and two priceless guava’s getting some life support.
if i owned an apron, maybe marty would let me use the drill.

it no flat no mo

Surfers of fortune “discovered” that the wave has begun its merry churn towards delightfully rippable. Unfortunately, it will take a lot of rope trimming and hedge shaping to prevent it from another slide to pancake status. Tough work for the tradesmen, but it can be rewarding, especially for the community. And you! Yeah you. You are aware the rope was 100% responsible for the disappearance of the wave? Paddling can be an asset in surfing, I’ve heard, and the best tip for catching this habitat 67 static wave; “fish oil second only to duck when it comes to wave slithering.” Line up to get down, yo.

A slight rehash of the 7am wave report:
Bird Rage: 7/10 – the chicks musta hatched, not a single talon-to-scalp strike.
Water Quality: 2/10 – full on garbage soup with a hint of rotten onion.
Crowd: 10/10 – champagne, cocaine and peelers, for it was a celebration.
Wave: 9/10 – shake it if you’ve got it.

“stacks on deck; patron on ice; we can pop bottles all night”

“It’s like a time warp out there!”

Very little remembered, so let’s just sing along to some classics.

“Cuz uncle sam aint the baker, he’s the butcher.
An’ we’re all on punk’d with no Ashton Kutcher.”

“Que tes mains – frolet mes seins. Et mon Coeur, qui est le tien.
Mon amour. De toujours – Patience, Le Decadanse.”

“I’m going down. My nose is in the sand.
I’m going down, down baby. My nose is in the sand.
A cloud of dust just came over me and I think I’m drowning on dry land.”

“Shake your head it’s empty”

Dandurand Fortune Cookie Dunning Dep’ Love

Introduced and heralded by Birdman, brewed in New York, under supervision by a QC brewery, reppin’ tax-dodging export-import status, like Kahnawake smokes eh; Saint Laurent is a $7.21 (including tax and deposit) six pack that actually tastes like something, yet goes down faster than a blonde d’Été.