NOT AFFLIATED WITH THE SAN ONOFRE SURF/SURFING CLUB
Monday, February 16, 2009
100% Chance of Rain
As you can see, the park is closed and I don't see it reopening any time soon... (photos courtesy of J. Olsen) ...however, the sand bar was going off this morning.
Dude, bro, I wanna' surf my brains out. That GD mud pot is shut down. I can't get to the beach. Toilet 1 in Bldg. #4 broke loose spilling raw sewage from the Point to Dog Patch. Aaahhh, schitt.
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the farmer says to Murphy, 'The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today. I drove a nail into the 4 x 2 just above the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, okay?
The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Murphy takes him down to the barn.
They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, he tells him, 'This is the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead surfer, asks, 'Tell me, 'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know this is the cow to be bred?'
'That's simple. By the nail over its stall,' Murphy explains very confidently.
Laughing rudely at him, the man says, 'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?'
Murphy turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
('Chalk up one for Murphy!' . . It's nice to see him winning one once in awhile.)
4 comments:
Dude, bro, I wanna' surf my brains out. That GD mud pot is shut down. I can't get to the beach. Toilet 1 in Bldg. #4 broke loose spilling raw sewage from the Point to Dog Patch. Aaahhh, schitt.
Methinks somebody is pulling your leg because it's horter than the other one.
[2.5 cm]
excellent live reporting Mr. Kent, just what we need. Keep it coming. Where was Lois Lane or were you shooting while she gave you a head dip?
One morning, on his way out to check on the cows, the farmer says to Murphy,
'The insemination man is coming over to impregnate one of our cows today.
I drove a nail into the 4 x 2 just above the cow's stall in the barn. You show him where the cow is when he gets here, okay?
The rancher leaves for the fields. After a while, the artificial insemination man arrives and knocks on the front door. Murphy takes him down to the barn.
They walk along the row of cows and when she sees the nail, he tells him, 'This is the one right here.'
The man, assuming he is dealing with an airhead surfer, asks, 'Tell me, 'cause I'm dying to know; how would YOU know this is the cow to be bred?'
'That's simple. By the nail over its stall,' Murphy explains very confidently.
Laughing rudely at him, the man says, 'And what, pray tell, is the nail for?'
Murphy turns to walk away and says sweetly over her shoulder, 'I guess it's to hang your pants on.'
('Chalk up one for Murphy!' . . It's nice to see him winning one once in awhile.)
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