What is the Kookiest Thing You've Ever Seen in the Water?

I have seen a VW Bug get swallowed, until I gathered around 20 strong males to lift it out of the incoming tide.

 

I have a friend whom had his board shorts split 100% down the backside, while on some hurricane surf, and I have photos of it, too, lol.........

 

Oh no, Tona, lol

 

Saw some extremely obese people in the water, completely naked with butt white skin, somewhere down in the islands at a couples resort. I was with three girlfriends, locals, and one knew the owner of the resort; so, we had stopped in to see him for a bit. He was not there, and so we took a boat ride, via one of their captains. It was when we were on our way back in that we saw them, and although my friend kept screaming to the captain, "Turn ti boat back", he did not do so, because he was too busy laughing.

 

No need to be coy roy. No kid, not a milf.

 

I always liked that song!

Although I have plenty, lol, someone else needs to tell their kookie water stories, now...

 

I see what you did there dude.

Are you "that bodyboarder"?

 

That's OK. You misspelled a bunch of other words too.

I wouldn't normally comment aboot it but you brought it up

 

Not even close, Sir, and there were four of them, two males and two females.

 

elderly, with white/gray hair, too.

 

At least he still has his tits, miss piggy

 

Summertime, First Landing State Park (VB) swimming beach on the Chesapeake Bay. Lots of families there and folks in the water cooling off and relaxing when a large group of Asians (Chinese, maybe) show up and entered the water. Many of them had lengths of kite string in their hands tied to various chicken parts (legs, wings, necks) which they began casting into the water for crabs - right in the middle where everyone was swimming. They were having a good ol' time frolicking, laughing and jabbering away while everyone else was "WTF?!?"

 

During the 70's, it was common to see guys wearing their Birdwell surf trunks over their fullsuits. Lame

 

lolol...one morning in JA, I awakened and went into the kitchen, in order to make some coffee. I was staying with my local Chinese/JA friend and her family. Her grandmother, whom was the first of their line to relocate to the island was the only one in the kitchen, seated at the breakfast table. Half-asleep, I said good morning, put my coffee to brewing, and then walked over to sit with her. She was digging her chopsticks into a small bowl, and so I politely asked what was for breakfast. She could not speak English, and so she tipped the bowl, showing me a fish head with big eyes, that she had been stabbing, and then chuckled, after she saw my expression, lol. I thought I was going to be ill.

 

Yesterday, super rippable chest high rights. Just me and my three friends out... along with eight or so paddle boarders. They were mostly fine except for one or two who had no idea how to control their boards. I was paddling for this right perfectly positioned for a small backdoor entry into a micro barrel, when I see one of the sweepers paddling to my left. Which is fine. I yelled going right to let him know he was ok to keep going when he about faced and paddled across my line to get over the shoulder instead of losing his board in the white water. I pulled out so as not to kill either one of us, and he paddled over then went in. Then he came back out without his paddle and proceeded to prone paddle his SUP.
That ranks up there as one of the kookier things.

 

Sharing a peak with one other person, perhaps a friend, and they still manage to drop in on you repeatedly or almost run you over, because they always go no matter what, and don't look at anything going on around them. Worst part is they never realize that they are doing it. Totally clueless.

 

I get this exact same thing. In my dreams, something always gets in the way of me actually surfing. In one, I actually got to paddle out, but the board somehow turned into one of those flexible water-slide mats.

I think it's a reflection of my subconscious telling me I'm not surfing enough, and father time is creeping up on me. Booo

 

I do not consider them kookie, but extremely kool, instead, are offshore waterspouts. I have managed some kookie photos of them, with friends pretending to be kookie in the foreground, though.