And you're welcome good sir, methinks it's always that wet
Thanks Koki, much appreciated!
Cep, that was cool Sandy footage. We were out the day before, found a little nook that was just pushing HH-OH...had to gas up before the trip home and took me a while to find a station that actually had gas, funny now but I was slightly concerned at the time.
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Thread: The Stoke/Frustration Thread
Aug 7, 2014, 01:29 PM #41
- Join Date
- Aug 2012
- Turtle Island
Aug 31, 2014, 01:48 AM #42
I went Surfing. It's been so long I was afraid I'd forgotten how to. My first real session since June 3rd.
Aug 31, 2014, 03:26 AM #43
Aug 31, 2014, 02:56 PM #44
At this point in the weekend I feel like Bernie Lomax. Shades are on and I'm just posted up on the couch like a corpse. Weekend has been epic and there's still 1.5 days left. Buddy is in town and having the time of his life. We steamed up 3.5lb lobstahs yesterday like a bunch of gluttons. Wahines are flowing like an assembly line. Didn't know what tread to post this in but felt I should share. God Bless America.
Aug 31, 2014, 03:25 PM #45
Aug 31, 2014, 05:09 PM #46
Aug 31, 2014, 10:11 PM #47Senior Member
- Join Date
- Jun 2013
- Singer Island
Sep 2, 2014, 09:12 PM #48
Dammit! Marie wiped out my home break! There's no sand left, and it was breaking just a few yards out from the seawall today. It should have been a solid session, but instead I had to go for a run. Looks like it won't be rideable except at low tide on a big swell until the sand comes back. Good thing the tide is swinging wide and a big SW is forecast for Fri-Sun, otherwise I might do something crazy, like surfing Snake Lake or *e**e*.
Sep 3, 2014, 01:34 PM #49
Badly bruised my quadriceps tendon and bone bruised the Patella playing baseball. Limping around like a gimp. Have about 10 degrees range of motion in my left knee joint. Cant climb stairs, cant get in a car, and have to poop with one leg strait.
Sep 3, 2014, 03:04 PM #50
As you sit there and remember
the jalapeņos from last night's dinner,
straining, dying elephant sound making, toilet bowl staining,
your poor anus is complaining, you shed a tear,
as your children run in fear,
your wife calls out, "Honey, are you okay?
You've been in there half the day!"
Never have you been sicker,
wondering why you mixed beer and liquor.
Damn the fool who didn't refill the TP roll!
Have to use a towel you guess.
Preparation H will not fix this mess.
As you ruminate in the reek of your miasmic gas,
don't forget "this too shall pass".