Clichéd SoCal
Sup brah? (throwing a brief floppy underhand shaka)
Cooleo. What’s the haps? Today was EPIC! Thor is a total cruiser, but we got thrashed last night up in the Boo scouting some trim. This one Betty had such a tight rig…, anyway.., scro charged this morning up at Little Dume. Threw some sick air. Classic. He went total agro and almost beat-down some amped barney. Some beef? The cook. Chillax. I wouldn’t fuck with a guard. Not in session.
We saw some squid get rag-dolled at Sunsets on the way back. We were bummed that traffic was so gnarly, but stoked to grind large at Wahoos!, post burn, with five Mr. Lee’s and a taco. It was core.
Lates.
Total overstatement, but you get the idea.
Flip-flops are properly called “slippers”; never “thongs”. Thongs are what “euro fags” wear.