NOT AFFLIATED WITH THE SAN ONOFRE SURF/SURFING CLUB
Deborah Swartz can write.
Here's my arm....
Steve and Theresa live on a Chines junk in the harbor. They live with a hound who eats Snausages and Kibbles 'n Bits night and day. The two of them can tell when the animal can hold it in no more, so they rush it to San Onofre. The second they get there out jumps the swollen animal, heads right to the middle of the beach and deposits a massive dump you would see in Jurasic Park just waiting for an unwary toddlar wandering down the beach to step in and get dog schitt all over its foot and between his toes. Tje owner is up playing bocce ball with Moe T.
O, for gawd's sake, what the hell is with that Steve Roth. They must euthanize that thing so the beacg can become do-do free. Don't you think.
Something's wrong with Steve Roth.
Mitch, its a good thing you came along with Steve Roth because Leonard Turner and Big Kook have become last weeks newspaper. You know what that means.
What do Steve, Leonard and Big Kook have in common?
'502', they are all hopeless, helpless, beyond help, lack common sense, none of them are the sharpest needle in the sewing basket. Honestly, they're all flops and damn proud of it.
This blog ineptly called San-O Daze is another flop. All they do is fawn over Big Kook and his adversary, Leonard Turner, neither of which can count to 10. Then two are typical San Onofreites. Hang out at San Onofre and make everyone feel uncomfortable. The Club wants Bldg. #4 renamed 'Big Kook Memorial Center'.
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