NOT AFFLIATED WITH THE SAN ONOFRE SURF/SURFING CLUB
Pelosi, what a piece of work.
Why do you wan2bee surfers not listen to talk radio and leave we serious surfers alone.
What a got' awful blog this is. Get some conent, man. Who's the Blog Director, anyways.[anon'2]
Home from San Onofre. Flatter then yesterday's root beer. Sewer line Bldg.#1, toilet #1 burst, pouring untraeted waste unto the point waters, hazy, South wind, Outlookbleak. One positive thing, the road's wide open, speed limit raised, 25 MPH.
"As an American I am not so shocked that Obama was giventhe Nobel Peace Prize without any accomplishments to hisname, but that America gave him the White House based onthe same credentials."
Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh...she got fired too."
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