The Mighty J'Bay Pro forum thread
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Go the net you lil' red mistin (rising from the back of that steamin' red neck) bullshittin', drivelin', doubledeckin' bone crunchin' switchfootin' bullshitter!
You never go though, in the real world, do ya blowie, ya lil' red mistiness (rising from the back of that steamin' red neck) bullshittin', drivelin', doubledeckin' bone crunchin' switchfootin' bullshitter!!!
Remember when you became an exercise specialist too blowie, ya lil' red mistiness (rising from the back of that steamin' red neck) bullshittin', drivelin', doubledeckin' bone crunchin' switchfootin' bullshitter!!!
I loved that Margo thing, already had your gimpy mate gatesy done up. Classic bullshit 'savvy local':
'Yeah? Nah.
Show us the next one, as on when you got guillotined by the lip and pile driven into the lobster's lair.
That's the one that makes us happy.
Fucking straight hander. Bewdiful.'
Almost had sid too, would have got heaps more of them bullshitting what a kook on a shit wave drivel, except benny was so excited to fuckin' get lifty! I understand.
Because see, despite decades of epic wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after wave after... did I say wave... never once had to look to my right for you,or left for that matter, or your side kicks blowie. Never, not a fuckin' squeak out of you, you're not even a pimple on my arse, ya lil' red mistiness (rising from the back of that steamin' red neck) bullshittin', drivelin', doubledeckin' bone crunchin' switchfootin' bullshitting blax dodger!!! You're just a fuckin' driveling swillnut.
Yeh, younger Les could surf freeride, he did really well over here too, loved it, hung around for a while, made a few visits. Bummer how he went downhill. You'd think he would've got a mention.
I remeber Les, from my formative years surfing on the Sunny between the Caloundra to Kawana stretch. My mates and I used to paddle out while it was still dark and Les would paddle by (he was such a strong paddler and was pretty intense in the water). I won't lie, maybe I was a little scared of him or you could reword that as respect.
But he was always cool, he'd always paddle by and say 'Gday boys, behavin' yourselves?' and he always got the sets.
RIP.
Yeah, Herc, didn't have a lot to do with Les. I think. There's a lot of old rippers up that way wearing helmets. Didn't spend that much time in Kalbarri, relatively either. A bit of a ledge in shaping circles indeed, though.
As for Blowie, maaaaaate, you reap what you sow (and I'm not talking about your enchanted magic garden on that other thread)...
BULLSHIT.
All outta your own mouth.
Hoisted on your own retard-petard.
"I'm not racist, but..."
"I'm not homophobic, but..."
"I'm not bullshitting, but..."
And now you're the boy who cried...switch-foot.
But, but, BUT...
Whatever.
As a wiser man than all of us once said:
"Just remember, it's not a lie if you believe it..."
Come in spinner.
Shatner! Hah! "Enchanted magic garden"!
Hang on, from that thread...
"Do I trust myself with a gun ? Probably not."
Whoah, Blowie.
No comment necessary.
Take it easy, comrade.
Ah yes, a few tweeks, a bit a stretchin' things out, a bit of switchin' here and there, and ... its enough to make you chuck!
Ha ha ha! Chuck! The old "Danger Freak"!
Meanwhile , elsewhere today.....
Herc : His surfing days far behind him , Instructed his only customer , a begunted female retiree to perform 3 sets of 12 reps on the Dumbbells at the world ( not ) famous Elliston gym then retired to his tiny office with the delaminated door and sits in his broken chair under his flouro lights to peruse mail order brides on his Commodore 64.
Shatner : Waited with baited breath for his boss to ease up on his demands for the TPS reports and leave his cubicle and HIS fluorescent lights so he could tyre kick on World Surfaris for a 6 day getaway at sunny Dungsborough - that his missus won't let him attend cause she needs the money to get the nails done on the trophy winning Pomeranian pedigree that she loves more than Shatner.
Turkey : Shoulders slumped with the look of the perennially defeated waits around for either Herc or Shatner to post so he can jump in as a third string back up dancer. His hands shaking as they type his sycophantic echo to their opinions , an obscure 70's punk band plays in the background . The clamour of their ill timed performance providing a reassuring background to his insecure mental state - " I'm their only fan ! " thinks Turkey as his mother beats her fists on his bedroom door and yells for him to turn that music down for the fourth time today.
"Do I trust myself with a gun ? Probably not."
R U OK?
We did it last comp and it worked OK, so here we are again with only a little bit of prompting from Zen.
We'll run forecasts and comp updates on the homepage but everything else, the banter, board talk, and inevitable conspircay theories can go in here.