Now we know where Dingo gets his fish

Oh sure! He tells us he dives off of Old Mans and spears his fish, RIGHT! He gets his fish from an old man at this fish market. I think their called, "Trouser Trout"?

How you can tell your in a Gay mens Bar

BrokeBack Bathroom #4

The Bathroom #4 guys are really into the movie "BrokeBack Mountain".

2006 Swedish Womens Olympic Curling Team

I went the beach with the Mayor this morning. Pam had the lower gate closed and rightly so. The road was so muddy that we simply could not even walk much less drive. It should dry out by April if the rain lets up.

Puttzle drops in!

On his last day of his visit, Puttzle decided to go out and surf the Point during the storm. As Dingo and the Mayor looked on, he dropped in on this big left hander at the SandBar. It was great to see him and hope he returns again real soon!

Last month, the state parks in conjuction with the American Medical Association released the results of a recent study secretly conducted at bathroom #4 that revealed the presence of female hormones in beer. Men should take a concerned look at their beer consumption. The theory is that beer contains female hormones (hopscontain phytoestrogens) and that by drinking enough beer, men turn into women. To test the theory, the bathroom #4 men drank 8 cans of beer each within a 1 hour period. It was then observed that 100% of the test subjects: 1). Argued over nothing. 2) refused to apologize when obviously wrong. 3) Gained weight. 4) Talked excessively without making sense. 5). Became overly emotional. 6) Couldn't drive. 7) Failed to think rationally 8) Had to sit down while urinating (well maybe not, but should have).

No further testing was considered necessary.

Throw another kook on the fire.

The Rat Dog of San Onofre.

The SandBar was really going off this morning!

Oh! My gosh, how'd that get in there?

Testing new photo program.

It seems to work OK so I'll leave it.

While visiting San Onofre and other points of interest, Puttzle always rents one of these.

Ever leave San Onofre and almost get in a giant wreck because some bicyclists have no clue what the bike lane is? You know the type. 20 to 30 of them in tight black pants and pointy helmets fully in the first lane of traffic while cars going 50+ are jamming on thier brakes and swerving out of the way. Every so often something like this happens.

Here is what "INS AGENT" was refering to in the Hawaiian Surf Club post. This is the van full of mexi's at 4-doors.

One Mexican at a time they figure out a way to cross the boarder. We fill the tunnels, they shoot themselves out of a cannon. Of course no one has survived this method yet. Just a pile of broken bodies.

A very strong source has confided in me that video cams are to be installed every three hundred feet, from the upper lot to dog patch, beginning next fall. To monitor beach activity. This same source said some local surfers will also be recruited to monitor conduct in the water as well. Duze the phrase BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING mean anything?

The Hawaiian Surf Club of San Onofre on a flat day at 4 doors.

Researcher's from Scripps Institute of Oceanography captured this 40 LB lobster just offshore at San Onofre. Now before you divers jump into your wetsuits, you should know that this thing had enough mercury and heavy metals in it to kill a herd of elephants! According to Dr. Ralph, "any consumption of even the smallest portion could be fatal to a human"!

Francis the talking mule was seen hanging out at trail 6

With the recent lack of surf, these Talegans decided to take the SUV out on the sand bar. How on earth they burned it up in the process defies logic.

New fashion statement coming to San Onofre this spring!

Yet another shark. This one hanging around the aqua-phone at the Point.

There's one at the Point, Old mans, and Dogpatch. Of course they've become obsolete since water proof cell phones have become all the rage.

The official beer of bathroom #4.

The official baby formula of San Onofre (and Al Yee).

"But Occifer Harding, I only had one beer!" Said he from the back of the sqaud car.

Spring is just around the corner and that means snake season. Here is a deadly Albino Spitting Cobra across from the Old mans shack. Although native to Africa, they seem to thrive in the micro-climates of San Onofre.

It started in the water. It escalated. They took it to the beach. Things went downhill from there. Beware folks, fights at Old mans are commonplace now.

OUCH!

While eating my Kelloggs raison bran this morning I decided to read the milk carton. And I think I've seen the missing kid. Does he look familiar?

Oh that's nice!

Tubesteak did like he always does, kissing his wife, crawling into bed and falling to sleep. All of a sudden, he wakes up with an elderly man dressed in a cowl standing in front of his bed.
"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? ... and who are you?" he asked" This is not your bedroom," the man replied, "I am St. Peter, and you are in heaven" "WHAT!?? Are you saying I'm dead? I don't want to die... I'm too young" said Tubesteak. "If I'm dead, I want you to send me back immediately" "It's not that easy", said St.Peter, "you can only return as a dog or a hen. You can choose on your own.."
Tube thought about it for a while, and figured out that being a dog is too tiring and he hates dogs, but a hen probably has a nice and relaxed life. Running around with a rooster can't be that bad "I want to return as a hen" Tube replied.
And in the next second, he found himself in a chicken run, really nicely feathered. But man, now "he" felt like the rear end was gonna blow... then along came the rooster"Hey, you must be the new hen on the farm" he said "How does it feel?"
"Well, it's OK I guess, but it feels like my rear end is blowing up" "Oh that!" said the rooster. "That's only the ovulation going on. Have you never laid an egg before??" "No, how do I do that?" Tubesteak asked. "Cluck twice, and then you push all you can"
Tube clucked twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and an egg was on the ground. "Wow" Tube said "that felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed. And you better believe that there was yet another egg on the ground. The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:
"Tubesteak, for Goodness sake wake up, you're shitting all over the bed!"

The "ghost ship from hell" visited Old mans again last night.

The state got a little carried away with the new pavement and striping. Right down the hill and into the sand bar.

The word is out that San Onofre is infested with sharks, hence, my decision to stay out of the water. So, why not go fishing? I make a few casts out to the Halibut hole and instantly hook up. A few seconds later there's one giant tug and then the line goes limp. When I reeled it in, well, you can see the results.

One of those disposable waterproof cameras washed up on the beach yesterday. It was all scratched and chipped, but the film roll seemed sealed. I took it to Walmart's one hour developing station and waited. After 2 hours the prints were done. The first several pictures were some blurry shots of someone who appeared to be learning to surf. That last shot was this one!

A USMC helicopter shot this photo of a 15 foot Great white chasing down a Yakker down off of Dogpatch. These things will attack and eat anything that moves when they get hungry!

This is an "artists rendition" of why swimming and wading are not recommended at San Onofre.

This really is San Onofre. Dogpatch to be exact. About 8 or 10 years ago some "pipesmokers" (and we don't mean the Ward Cleaver type) from Abercrombie and Fitch managed to reserve half the beach for several days to bring in every gay model and exotic animal they could find for a catalog photo shoot. To this day, anyone who appears at San Onofre in any form of Abercrombie & Fitch apparel is "suspect" and would be better off at Trail 6.

The sand bar was going off this morning.

The 1st annual "Superbowl Surf Fest" at the Point, went off without any problems yesterday. The Reef girls really put on a show, and the crowd got to bid to win a date with one of the girls.

Well, when the fog lifted this morning this is what we found, small conditions with a large crowd. The Talegalite surf team was out (seen here in the foreground) on a 400lb. board dropping in on everyone and screaming and yelling on every wave. And as you can see, the SandBar suffered the most.

Well, Sundays Superbowl swell was truly unbelievable! Epic rights and lefts. Head high plus waves. Only 3 guys out. Every wave to myself. Glassy conditions. And you couldn't see your hand in front of your face!

Last week while the San Onofre road was being repaved, this unfortunate Power plant employee heading for the campground at the Mesa after work, fell in front of the SteamRoller as it was coming down the road to flatten the hot asphalt that had just been poured. The poor gateguard was stunned as it happened right outside the entry window at the Kiosk. The clothes were peeled right off the employee by the hot roller.

Here are the four contestants of the "Miss Old mans" beauty pagent at a pool party at Dingo's.

Oh No! Say it ain't so!

Here they come folks! Yep. The new chinese surfboard blanks are on the way. With a crew of 7 and a 1962 2-stroke Evinrude outboard, the container ship is expected to arrive sometime in early 2008.

These two Talega house wifes are gonna have some explaining to do. Soaking up some rays while hubby was at work, one of the bathroom #4 locals (who by the shadow looks like Sasquatch) stood motionless for 3 hours to ensure a perfect hand untanned area on their asses.

Here is the reunion of the runners up of the Miss "The Point" beauty pageant of 1983. Of course, one of the current day locals has to ruin the shot in some form of indecent exposure. Any ideas as to who it is?

A man walks into his bedroom with a sheep under his arm and says:
"Darling, this is the pig I have sex with when you have a headache."
His wife is lying in bed and replies: "I think you'll find that's a sheep, you idiot."
The man says: "I think you'll find I wasn't talking to you."