Monday, December 22, 2008

MY TWO SCENTS WORTH....

There's a buzzard on the bluff above Oldmans. Something must have died. Lets see what we can find....


Ahha! Looks like Ol' Stinky went belly-up, so to speak.


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13 comments:

  1. Anonymous12/22/2008 6:36 PM

    Appears to be a victim of a sexual assault. Any DNA results available?

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  2. Fats Flannighan12/22/2008 9:51 PM

    I have always said that those guys at the Point would screw a skunk if you'd hold it for them.

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  3. Huevos Rancheros12/22/2008 10:41 PM

    Why must these people keep throwing animals at us. Sa Onofre is a surf beach not a sanctuary for pets or otherwise. Move on.

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  4. Anonymous12/23/2008 6:43 AM

    MURPHY LE PEW

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  5. Anonymous12/23/2008 10:10 AM

    Fats, bad news. Due to [because of] inclement weather coming in on Thursday, 12/25/2008, the San Onofre beach bums gift exchange has been cancelled.

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  6. Anonymous12/23/2008 11:45 AM

    were they going to exchange bodily fluids or what?

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  7. Anonymous12/23/2008 1:02 PM

    Flats, in answer to your question, they're going to exchange the what.

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  8. Fats Flannighan12/23/2008 3:46 PM

    Flats the Fraud, my attorney will be contacting you.

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  9. Huevos Rancheros12/23/2008 4:14 PM

    That definatly is no vulture. It is simply a sandstone turkey. Get with it, alright.

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  10. Anonymous12/23/2008 8:46 PM

    is this Malibu?

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  11. Anonymous12/24/2008 7:03 AM

    Are youse guys going into the holiday with the skunk post or will Murphy get all serious and mushy with some sort of Merry Christmas thing and then get all offended when the comments make fun of it?

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  12. Anonymous12/24/2008 8:27 AM

    O
    fury-
    bedecked!
    O glitter-torn!
    Let the wild wind erect
    bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect
    frostyfreeze turbans; iciclestuff adorn
    all cuckolded creation in a madcap crown of horn!
    It’s a new day; no scapegrace of a sect
    tidying up the ashtrays playing Daughter-in-Law Elect;
    bells! bibelots! popsicle cigars! shatter the glassware! a son born
    now
    now
    while ox and ass and infant lie
    together as poor creatures will
    and tears of her exertion still
    cling in the spent girl’s eye
    and a great firework in the sky
    drifts to the western hill.

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  13. Huevos Rancheros12/24/2008 9:42 AM

    [MURPHY] where do find theose $35.00 words?

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