SAN-O DAZE

Typical reader of this blog.

No thanks, I'll just tolerate the hiccups...

Bill Hornsby, a San Clemente resident, has just been awarded the lg Nobel prize-the humorous counterpart to this weeks Nobel prize.

Bill, recently struck with worse case of hiccups imaginable, tried all the old cure- alls he could think of, all with no results.

As a last ditch effort, he thought what the heck and stuck his finger in his rectum, his hiccups were gone.

This is pretty much the kind of content you'd expect with a title like this.

Michael Jackson all-natural

A one-minute video shows a bird with skill that equals or surpasses that of Michael Jackson when Jackson was in his prime.

A GREAT SING ALONG SONG!

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BILLOW CLOUDS OF SAN ONOFRE

NIGHT CLASSES

Our beloved DrRalph has been attending night classes at this famous institution for the betterment of his profession, or so he say's!

Another one of those damn photo shoots at San Onofre yesterday.

Poor Murphy! He was fishing up at Big Bear the other day (note the red hat) when a super scooper swallowed him up and dumped him on the "Day Fire". Fortunatly he and his boat landed in a smoldering compost pile and he is expected to survive.

Anonymous

Perhaps this is more to your taste.

Tim McCarver

James Timothy McCarver (born October 16, 1941 in Memphis, Tennessee) is an American former catcher in Major League Baseball and a current broadcaster for FOX Sports.

Will somebody please put duct tape on his mouth,Sydney?

In the name of good taste (so to speak), you will need to click here to see the picture.

Days Gone By

Before the internet,
we had to walk to the 19th Street pedestrian overpass to read San-O Daze.

The New Surf Hotel at San Onofre

When construction of the new toll road is complete, the State Park Service is going to replace the shack at Old Mans with this new modern Surf Hotel! There won't be any rooms for guests, but there will be 27 banquet rooms for parties, with no permits reqired, it will be first come first served. And there will be plenty of RV and Trailor parking which will allow, pop-outs and awnings and you can run your generators all day and don't forget to bring your dogs they can run free off leash and you won't even be required to control them! You will also be able to save parking spots for all your friends. Just tell the gate guard your here to party at the Surf Hotel and you will be admitted into the surf beach FREE! Once you are in the park, just follow the big neon signs to the "SURF HOTEL"!

Oh! And lets not forget the Tatoo Parlor and the Brothel, which will be hosted by the crew at bathroom 4!

Photo For Grumpy

Check this out Grumpy. I had to crop it for presentation, trust me on this one it is shaped like a heart.

The new shitters at Sano. Nobody will be watching just do it.

San Clementians 'stalk' victims in city-wide game

Dingo approaches a heavily guarded truck in a secluded parking lot in an industrial area of San Clemente to pick up his orders -- to "stalk" and "kill" his target.

But all is not what it seems.

Dingo, a regular at San Onofre surfing beach , is playing "StreetWars," a version of a popular high school and college game "Assassins" that kicked off in San Clemente on Monday with around 240 players.

Dingo is given a photo, name, home and work addresses and phone number of a target whom he must pursue and "kill" with a water pistol, water balloon or other water-based soaking, while eluding the player who is coming after him.

"I thought it would be fun, a way to meet new people, even if I die in the first week," said Dingo.

Contestants pay $40 to enter. The winner gets $500, a bottle of Jack Daniels and a water gun mounted on a trophy.

Game co-founder Anonymous, dressed in a vintage suit and aviator glasses, also known as the Supreme Commander, said the game was born largely out of boredom.

"As a kid we used to get around and play in parks, and use the city as a playground," said Anonymous, a 75-year-old lawyer. "I kind of wanted to make it a place to play in again, particularly as an adult."

Others agree. After making its debut in San Clemente, "StreetWars" has been played in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Vancouver, London and Vienna, Austria, with games also planned for Rome, Paris, Amsterdam and Reykjavik, Iceland.

Anonymous plans to develop the game into a reality TV show.

Just for you Puttzle!

The Mayor at his secret spot last sunday Sept. 24th 2006!

CAMERON: Hi Demi. How's the surf?

DEMI: Oh, hi Cameron. You really missed it! You should have been here earlier!

Murphy decided to take a vacation. He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life, that is, until the ship sank. He found himself on an island with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts. After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore. In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" She replies, "I rowed from the other side of the island. I landed here when my cruise ship sank." "Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with you." "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. "I made the boat out of raw material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from gum tree branches. I wove the bottom from palm branches, and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus tree." "But, where did you get the tools?" "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman. "On the south side of the island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed. I found if I fired it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted like iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware." Murphy is stunned. "Let's row over to my place," she says. After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As Murphy looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before him is a stone walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white. While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, Murphy can only stare ahead, dumb struck. As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like a drink?" "No! No thank you," he blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another drop of coconut juice." "It's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I have a still. How would you like a Pina Colada?" Trying to hide his continued amazement, Murphy accepts, and they sit down on her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the bathroom cabinet." No longer questioning anything, Murphy goes into the bathroom. There, in the cabinet, a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a swivel mechanism. "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?" When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines, strategically positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down next to her. "Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've been out here for many months. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for?" She stares into his eyes. He can't believe what he's hearing. "You mean..." he swallows excitedly and tears start to form in his eyes. "... don't tell me you've built a Golf Course."