...then all of a sudden, Shred comes flying in via rope swing and pulls the spliff from Weezy's grasp, all the while cackling maniacally, exclaiming "beat it KOOK!"...
Then shred logged on the computer to swellinfo, Wayne just sat there and the man snuck out the door to get in his car to check the waves and hopefully surf.
Dudes were so effing stoked that they didn't die from a Ebola-laced blueberry waffle that they high tails it to belmar, which was firing as usual...
and then when they got to belmar, the bouncer from djais layed the smackdown before they could make it to the pumping 23 footers
...the group stopped in their bickering tracks when they all heard a whistle, but it wasn't a lifeguard whistle. It was Koki Barrells strutting to the art reef with sponge in tow and shank in the other hand. "Mahalo you fukkin surfers," greeted the astonished trio...
...KB turned back to the lot, giving a single nod to his minion Shar****, who was shackled by the neck and crawling on all fours per order of Koki. Seems it'd been that way since they left Assateague. Needless to say, the gimp pulled down to the beach a makeshift bench and had a barbell strapped to his back...
The man saw this and laughed and after all this stress decided to paddle out at the most crowded jetty in Belmar, he started to enter the water...
...meanwhile, in HHI, zach619 loaded up confederakini-clad wahines into the bed of his 1979 International Scout painted in black primer with naval jack on the side hoisted a foot in the air (7.5" suspension lift/4.5" body lift) and the smoke stack exhaust spouted black clouds upwards when he opened throttle. "You girls are about to get blasted," quipped the hipster shreddah as he smirked behind his scratchless Maui Jims and perfectly parted, well-coiffed hair. The threesome drove off in a thick fog of dust and mud...
...on the northWestSide, rumblings of an EC break meetup woke kidrock out of a cold sweat. He swiftly grabbed his electromagnetic harmonica and summoned both NWsquid and mattybrews to Ocean Shores via morse code...
...he fared well in the paddle out mainly due to the 6'8" performance egg that he'd bartered for fish oil from an ornery chap named brewengineer he'd seen once at a break and then tracked down via posting a missed connection on Craigslist in the Carolinas...
