Did I miss something?
Where are the photos?
Where are the reports?
Come on people get with the program here!
Andy
Add another generic account of middleaged men over eating
against a back drop of blown out mush and there you have it!
But we do need some new pshop material...
The water was warm enough at OBX and there were waves.
they better be filing their reports pretty soon or we're docking their
pay!
in those reports we should see rod and foon standing on the precious,
but we know all's we'll see is them throwing a table cloth on it and
using it for a buffet.
lp
> they better be filing their reports pretty soon or we're docking their
> pay!
> in those reports we should see rod and foon standing on the precious,
> but we know all's we'll see is them throwing a table cloth on it and
> using it for a buffet.
I bet it'll make a great shuffleboard table!!!
Well no shit.
I fuckin figured that out 800 miles away.
Andy
Hey, Sarge, Andy's one of the sharper tools in this shed!
Too bad Foon didn't make GP because we needed someone to take more
pics and write it up. I took no pics and wrote nothing up at the time,
so, at least for now, I'm not writing a report.
_g
Well, it looks like SOMEBODY took pictures.
http://www.wga.hu/art/f/floris/frans/banquet.jpg
No wonder Mrs Foon wasn't so keen on her man attending.
Here are some more play toys:
http://guidopalooza.blogspot.com/
P.S. LP, please send my pay bonus promptly... PayPal would be fine :)
Let me help you out. We can do this in the finest
carry-on story tradition of AS
===========
We pulled up at the GP06 house, ready for action. We
knew the hurricane was sending swell. A quick check and
the beach was already waist high and rising. Awesome. But
then Rod showed up with a HUGE plate of wings, so we all
took big napkins and tucked them into our shirts and
dug in. Couldn't wait for the surf later in the day when the
swell picked up some....
-PA
need a roster to go w/ the team picture:
http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/3718/1600/P9110108.jpg
...While we ate, local weather stations confirmed what our senses told
us was happening out front: the onshore wind was strengthening. 25
knots now, gusting to 35. Not quite Victory at Sea, but marginal enough
that when our recon party returned with cases of cold beer we decided
to tip a few and wait for conditions to improve. Someone got some
courage in him and tried to walk down to the beach with The Preciousss
under his arm, but he got spun around and walloped up side the head by
the massive log when a gust caught him just wrong. He retreated to the
porch to moan and nurse his wound with a bag of frozen peas and several
shots of Jaegermeister.
A semi-serious discussion ensued, punctuated by woozy speeches,
sllegations about the magic powers of The Preciousss to generate clean
surf, and various half-baked prognostications about the likely quality
of other surfspots in the area now and on the morrow. By late in the
afternoon the crew was almost evenly split between launching a 2 hour
run up the coast to a spot where the wind might be off/sideshore, or
making a 10 minute pizza run. After another round of beers we put it to
a final vote. Pizza won on a recount. As he retired to the lounge to
watch surf videos and eat Cheetos, Rod pronounced, "You just watch.
It'll clean up a lot over night." SteveM lit the candles by the Endless
Summer surf shrine and led a midnight prayer for surf. Went to sleep
with the wind shrieking through the breezeway outside.
To be continued...
...received coded e-mail message to meet at secret cove where Shaft
would appear to show us how to ride Precioouussss. We followed
instructions that led us to a hidden airfield with a private Microsoft
jet. We lost all sense of space and time as we downed round after
round of beer. We landed with a hard thud and the screaming of hot
black rubber. The door was pulled open and we staggered out in file.
While hanging onto Precioouusss for dear life, were driven in the back
of a beaten up Ford pickup by a nubile 20-something waitress with her
brat pack to Shaft's Secret Spot.
Shaft appeared.
http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/2937/1600/shark%20attack.jpg
to be continued...
Now that was just PLAIN wrong :-\
>http://photos1...attack.jpg
>
>to be continued...
You foul bastard! I will never forgive you for that. Now I have to
gouge my eyes out.
--
Turby the Turbosurfer
Won't help. The lamentable image is burned on the grey matter.
Jeez- who's gonna salvage this sordid tale now?
SB
but he was only clearing the beaches for the assault of the guidos:
http://www.drafthouse.com/images/185167~Surf-Nazis-Must-Die.jpg
This could be the beginning of a modern day rewrite of Lord of the Flies.
I say that whomever continues the story put's the fatboy on a spit and
roasts his ass.
I'd give it a go, but the acid is just starting ti kick in and I have a long
night ahead.
Inspector Awe
Call us when you grow some pubic hair!
>Does Edmund even post here anymore?
Not the sharpest blade around, eh?
> Mind where are you in this picture?
Back row 4th from the left?
> Myron?
Is Myroni over 50??? Front row.
> OMG i've been away too long!
Is this the REAL SurfSarge? (now that could be a REAL discussion!)
> I thought Food I mean Foon was there did I miss sumthn?
You missin' a lot, Frankie.
> I'm frazzeld!
You are REAL-ly Lemmings. It is suddenly all very clear. Nobody has
EVER seen the two of you at the same time. It must be TRUE!
Foon
Sorry Past that stage oldman..but I'm sure you'd like to check..
> >Does Edmund even post here anymore?
>
> Not the sharpest blade around, eh?
I see he just started to post again ...yeah!
> > Mind where are you in this picture?
>
> Back row 4th from the left?
>
> > Myron?
>
> Is Myroni over 50??? Front row.
I dunno is he.. did you check his pubs?
> > OMG i've been away too long!
>
> Is this the REAL SurfSarge? (now that could be a REAL discussion!)
Yes it is surfless one
> > I thought Food I mean Foon was there did I miss sumthn?
>
> You missin' a lot, Frankie.
I just caught the post where his wife wouldn't let him.Seems there's a
sour taste in your mouth since he didnt attend..Obviousley there
is..There's no reports or pictures I mean surfing pictures..No Foon
reports to go yeah we ate this we ate that..
> > I'm frazzeld!
>
> You are REAL-ly Lemmings. It is suddenly all very clear. Nobody has
> EVER seen the two of you at the same time. It must be TRUE!
Just the same as no one has ever seen you without Food or a bunch of
bullshit comming from your mouth...Post somthing surf related for once
instead of how cool I am I picked up a longboard that I will never surf
for points? What the Fuck dude POINTS?Sounds Grammer Schoolish to me..
.
> Foon
You wish
Alright, I can't take it any more; I WAS NOT AT this year's GP.
I did not light candles at midnight, I am not in that pic, and I did not
claim the waves were too big. You guys who read all that stuff and
believe it need some serious ascii-interpretation-ability refresher courses!
Later,
Steve
She explained to us that we were now on reservation land, and after
a short stint of some necessary errands, we would be heading down to
the water. But first, she threw an axe in Rod's hands, and said
"Split the shakes, doughboy"
Rod worked for what seemed like hours but was only minutes. Forcing
a government worker to perform manual labor!!! The horror!!! Once Rod's
hands were all a-blistered, Shaft grabbed the precious and headed down
a path into the woods. We passed a leather glove suspended on a tree
branch. A short bald gnome came and introduced himself - "Hi guys, I'm
John Lakes - get ready to surf". When we reached the cliff, we couldn't
believe our eyes. Long lefts peeled into the Cape. We stood roughly
1000 vertical feet above the cove, and all of a sudden Shaft yelled
"Surf's up" and he and Johnny took the precious and Johnny's coffin
shaped longboard and headed down the goat path.
We looked around. Should we follow? Should we stay here? An Orca
breached itself inside the intended surf break. At the same time,
a Sasquatch appeared in the distance and was headed our way. Seems
like nature was calling us no matter where we turned. Rod whined about
how his hands hurt. As the Sasquatch neared, we quickly scrambled
after the ginger kid and Johnny....
to be continued
-PA
It looked almost do-able from the top.
http://www.danielyeow.com/mal1_37.jpg
Once we were in, I started cursing those guys. "Goat trail my
ass...^&*&%^&#@&!!"
http://satansam.co.uk/dovestones/images/what%20a%20cliffhanger.jpg
When Shaft told us to bring our shoes, I didn't know he meant climbing
shoes. And me in my flipflops.
http://www.geocities.com/patrasclimbing/arisgallery/Aris-Cliffhanger.jpg
Just when I though it couldn't get any steeper, it did.
http://www.workandtravel.no/reisebrev/imagebank/cliffhanger.JPG
It took us a while to get down. All the while the swell was building.
By the time we neared the bottom it was starting to look pretty hairy
out there.
http://www.thisfabtrek.com/journey/europe/ireland/dublin-film/big-wave-cliff-4.jpg
Shaft drew us a quick sketch of how to triangluate the peak and paddled
out. We were left on the rocky shore, puzzling his cryptic notation.
http://www.saburchill.com/physics/images2/131103025.jpg
A few things about this spot just didn't add up. Shaft was calling it
3x overhead, but I had my doubts.
http://www.forces-of-nature.co.uk/images/images_hebrides/Cliff4.jpg
He also told us the water temp was in the 40s, but the locals were
surfing naked and leashless. I had more doubts.
http://www.geocities.com/birubali/cliff_wave.jpg
Oh well- might as well hit it. I paddled out. It was something of a
hell mission...
http://www.whitmania.com/@home/postcard/rockwave.jpg
...but eventually I made it.
I took off on one wave, and pulled in.
http://store.galleryplayer.com/Thumb/InsideWave-R-16x9.jpg
I rode in the barrel for a long time. Time seemed to slow down. As the
locals began to show a friendly interest in me, I wondered if I should
have accepted when Shaft offered me a toke on that extremely dubious
looking phatty before we paddled out.
http://shakti.trincoll.edu/~jdunn/images/trippy%20dolfins.gif
Things got stranger as I began to run short on air.
http://staticfree.info/pics/tigernet/trippy%20water%20fountain.jpg
it must've been at least a two wave hold down. Maybe three? It seemed
like it took forever. Then just as I expected to be battered on the
cliff, I washed up on a sandy beach.
http://www.talkingtree.com/gallery/USA/North_Carolina/Outer_Banks/2004/Cape_Hatteras_Lighthouse_098.jpg
Geez- where the hell am I? Port Angeles? Cape Hatteras? And where the
hell is Shaft?
To be continued...