The Surfline forecast for today called for 1-2' and onshore winds on the particular foreign shore I am now haunting.
If there is a god, perhaps she believes in ironic justice.
The swell built to double-overhead plus by sunset, and the crowd was light... as most punters had checked the forecast, and therefore believed it was going to be flat.
I looked at the ocean instead, and reaped the benefits.
The moral of this story? The farther away you get from Orange County, the less useful Surfline and their forecasts are to you.
Although this is an ironic post, this is actually a photo I shot today after surfing. Scout's honor.
And yes, I counted my barrels and claimed all of them - closeouts included.
Surflie is a joke, and to think people PAY for their lies! For straight up surf reports magicseaweed.com is just as good if not better. Though as Lewis, has proven in his post, no matter how good the forecasters get, you can’t beat getting down to the beach and checking the view with your own eyes.
the bells area is so nice…
and is where LS should be, getting the pencil sharp for the next Power Rankings. We can only read “old” interviews for so long, Lewis.
Wow, you scored
The weakness from Lewis continues. It seems like the Eddie went down more recently than your last decent post. Plus I think you are a liar my friend.
Winki goes off.
I call B.S. Lewis — you are just getting into the “think green” movement and recycling old photos from winter. Nice shot though — sheet glass I think is the term.
Unlike some of my brain-cell weakened colleagues above, I find this a rewarding arrow through the heart of dark humor and wit. Think of it this way, young twatlings:
Sometimes Sweet Baby Jeebus gives you a present. In this case, to reward us for putting up with Surfline’s tyrannical parade of re-treaded mediocrity for the past few years (a parade that is so horrible that it rips a hole in space-time and exists in the before, the now and the will-be simultaneously), the cultural divine wind that is Lewis Samuels has released PostSurf.
My friends, come close. This is a blessing that is as new and visionary as it is beyond my jaded expectations. Believe it or not, this blog is the bastard love monkey of Sam George and Alan Weisbecker filtered through The Smoking Gun. WTF you may say?!
Poppycock! I can’t even recall the last time that a surfing blog swept my innate cynicism aside so completely. After reading many of Samuels’ posts a few times over, my brain has been spinning inside my skull like a kangaroo rat on back alley street-meth. But my joy, while still uncut, rings so loudly that it retards my ability to string coherent paragraphs together in a traditional response, so…
I’ll stop there and let the retards spackle in the remaining holes.
Observe…
sometimes I look at wakeupandcheckit.com for all my forecasting needs they seem to be pretty right on
people that write bad poetry on internet message boards are tools
The magic seaweed rule of diminishing returns: Swell heights and star counts always tend to mysteriously drop off the closer you get to the predicted day. A week out, it is always four dark stars and double overhead. The shading of the stars is the first to go, then entire stars drop off the screen until, the day before the “swell” you realize it is going to be the same onshore dribble that you usually surf. Of course, all this goes to show that use magic seaweed enough to actually notice such things. Swell in the Northeast tomorrow. It was three stars. Now its about one and a half. You know I’ll be all over it.
the northeast no get em waves yeah? dats why you gettin no stars brudda.
What are punters?
This would be hilarious
It is funny that people pay to get misled information but also it can be a gift for those who don’t and go to the beach anyways to find uncrowded areas and fun size waves. So that’s why people should stop being lazy watching tv and beating off to porn on the computer while checking the surf report and just get outside and have fun. Just make sure to put your junk so as not to scare all the little boys, we’re not catholic priests you know
Rottomouth waxes poetic, high on his pedestal. Looking down on intellectual mortals, he slobbers all over himself with a mouthful of marbles and no discernible subject.
A man talking to himself in a drugged confusion, desperately reaching for whatever conclusion will support his collective condescension.
Have fun in Torquay, LS, the aussie girls can be quite generous and there are better waves nearby.
reversed shot of a left in chile
I dnt think this is Brazil as LS claimed he was going to. He says at sunset and the sun is behind the wave. Not on an Eastern shore.
Hmmmmmmm, don’t you have some brain surgery to perform?
Waxes poetic?
gulf coast florida going off!!!
hey hmmmmm, lewis is in fucking chile, not brasil
I mix it up between Wetsand and Pacificwaverider.
par for the course. surfline sucks.
hey sanders , why don’t you shit and fall back in it.
where is this Lewis Samuels?
wherever it is, i’m sure lewis ripped this wave with his favorite hull.
We call it “getting surflined” when the forecast is twice as big as it actually is in the water. I guess we should just call it business as usual?
From high atop my pedestal, I shall ‘wax poetic’ and fire away. Mike seems like a person who carries a grotesquely inflated sense of self-worth, an insecure kid in an adult’s body who believes that he’s entitled to make messes and have somebody clean up after him. He draws attention to himself with icons implying “rebelliousness” that have been focus-group approved and mass-marketed and made in China. He does so not because of who he is, but because he wants everyone around him to recognize and feel envious of the “authentic” image he purchased last Wednesday on a Visa card.
He’s the guy who treats bar servers like shit, openly makes crude remarks about women nearby, and brags about what he owns, what he consumes, and how much he makes to anyone who’ll listen. He’s the dude who loudly carries the obnoxious “fuck you, I can get away with this” mindset. This guy doesn’t know how to argue without the use of physical force. He equates bullying with courageousness and thinks intimidation is heroic.
He’s his biggest fan and the one most impressed by his awesomeness. Everything he values is based on the reception of his own self-promotion. He rightly deserves my poetic mocking.
… Or, he’s a cool guy who just likes dicking around harmlessly on the internets.
See you all on Monday! Shaka brahskis!
rottmouth, shut your fucking glory hole you corperate ball licker.
^^Nothing like a sophisticated comeback.
“Corp(e)orate Ball licker”? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kind of nonsense is that? Don’t talk over my head. Really. I’m sure you’ll give me the bird’s eye lowdown on this caper (whatever THAT means) and fill us all in using your expert skills in English composition.
You really are that stupid. Amazing. I’ve smacked frogs across a parking lot who had more brains than you. I’ve pooped out little mahogany turds that were more articulate than you, even if their only call into existence was a nasty fart full of sawdust.
Go back to the decaying husk of a mollusk you call home and take in a Gallagher or Carrot Top marathon. Most wounded helmet-heads get their humor.
I don’t know much about Mike, but I do know this. He once tried to rent ‘Schindler’s List’ from the local Blockbuster. After a 10 minute search, he asked for assistance from an employee. After the employee told him that the film was actually in the drama section and not the comedy section, Mike removed the employees head with a belt-sander.
I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to drop in on Mike.
Really, Mike…. you pearled on that comeback. pathetic.
Too Short,
Just watching the prediction made at 9:11pm last night come true. It really is easy drawing thirsty camels to the well.
Have a good weekend. I’ll be trying to stand up in 18″ blown-out whitewater the next few days.
Nice return to form Rottomouth, fine job mate and what we’ve all come to expect from you. You flew too close to the sun yesterday….. but you avoided the free fall called out the monster I’ve become and I’m humbled. Pretty spot on with your observations except all that negative stuff!
And don’t worry Magnum, you can’t drop in on me because none of us are surfing. Kind of a Netflix guy anyway and I’ve always had a disconnect between drama and comedy….. really quite similar, but seen from a different perspective. Well, except for that pesky Holocaust deal…..
Fuck I need to surf.
Would be so much sicker with a paddle in your hand!
Where the fuck is Lewis? No fucking way that’s Brazil. Probably somewhere near Bells?
Man this is pathetic. This is worse than Barrack and Michelles European Vacation. Worse than Transworld. Lewis and his readers are no longer relevant amongst the heavyweights of surfing and I cant imagine a good enough post in the near future to pull Lewis up from the rear and gain ground. Lewis, with all due respect to the quality work you have done in the past, you SUCK. And whats worse is these commentators are WORTHLESS! Mike!? Are you frickin kiddin me!? That guy is for sure a kook. And this Blasphemy dude!? PATHETIC! Has one person mentioned the contest in W.A.? Smoking 8 foot Margarets? No everyone is spewing about spraying Jacob Dylan on a 2 footer at Westward Beach. Then you have Artie and Stu whining like those broads on the View ( except Elizabeth Hasselbeck I like her ) and a bunch of other barns who dont even deserve a jab much less a mention. So Lewis scored decent Chile then snapped a shot of a glassy one in the late and flipped it over to look like a right.? WOW! f-ing trippy! He is so mystical! Why dont you put on some straight tight jeans and grab your scarf and beanie and get over to Oz and crash that freakin party at Bells! Grab it and growl Lewis! No holds barred! P.S. I wonder how many wetsuits the O.B. crew will be allowed per 3 year period without having to buy some carbon credits? I cant wait to see you left wing slugs crying when the America that your parents grew up with and succeeded in and prospered enough in to raise you ungrateful Marin County puppets in is turned upside down and the Iranian president ( I wont even try to pronounce that name ) is watchin porn movies at Princeton with Paris Hilton and rachel Maddow. You left wingers DISGUST ME!!!!! You suck! Watching the Today show crew gloat over messiah Obama is SICKENING!!! San Francisco sucks!!!
I resent being a part of your ignorant right wing rant Mark. You are so obviously NOT a member of the Ivy League left wing crowd that I am idolized by. P.S. Do you have Paris Hiltons cell number?
Do you have Taj Burrows cell number?
Does anyone have Joe Namaths cell number? Everyone deserves a second chance.
Mike caved to Rotmouth with not even a quiver of resistance. Mike swings from Rotmouth’s balls like Surfline from the industry whore-beast.
Embarrassing.
And you, Mark…
T.B.’s number is (949) 646-1967. Namath is there too.
let’s get back to the topic. the fact that surfline will never have a remotely accurate swell forcast is old news. They spend alot of ti,me sucking billabongs nads. seriously.
occys underbite, go kick a rock assclown. you beat up frogs ? speaks volumes for what kind o a douchebag you are. Unlike you, i dont try to bullshit the public . fact ;I am not a rocket scientist. You , however , in usual fashion for a modern day blow hard want the wolrd to think that hey you’re the man. the only person who gives a shit, i mean really gives a shit is your mom. You will for ever be momma’s little ass douche.
with out a doubt , my voodoo chicken bones can call better waves than sufline.
NEXT!!!
Judge and jury,
Rotto is pretty fucking funny and I appreciate the comedy. Caved? or are you sarcasm challenged too. Man, this season of discontent is fucking with us all. What the fuck about 50 MPH winds and no wind swell the next morning????? First no winter for three years running and then no fucking windswell. I’d say that “I quit”, but Mark has that line trademarked.
As for blubbermouth, a two day absence and the little tea pot is boiling over in anger. Glad to see those “conservative Christian Republican” values retain such volatility.
I’d rather read boardumm.com
Comedy.
what was the surfline access code?, marcus@surfline.com
all of this is too much! Lewis is doing a entertaining job, and obviously people are paying attention. To all you nerds wasting endless time on your gay “intellect” arguments, check out of my blog and give me some feedback. if you spend at least half the time on my site as you do on these ones I’ll probably get some feedback and hate. get on it!
PS- Mark, you are unbeleivably retarded! how do you surf if all you do is Smeagol out on the web pretending your voice means anything!?
nealdude, you come in here spewing homophobic rubbish while bashing intellectualism, then have the nerve to spam? Btw checked your site out. It fucking sucks dude, don’t see a single post worth reading past the first sentence. Go back to smoking bongloads you dumb nobody fuck.
yes! somebody responded to my post….wwwweeeee! glad i took so many bonghits tonight now i can really enjoy reading your response, alex. To tell you the truth, I’m truly not a homophobe, I’ve just been conditioned to use the word gay as an insult. Perhaps “donkey” is a better choice. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. Thanks for checking out my site holmes!
Nealdude…..
I found the first picture on your blog illuminating, an empty promotion for shitty surfcrap!
You follow with another dull “interview” of an OC industry puppet, though the shot of him ripping off another guy is a representation of that areas defining signature……
Most interesting thing is that unlike Alex, I didnt’ find a single comment offered. You have to learn from Lewis and post with alias’ to create the illusion of interest. LS is the master of that craft.
I checked out Nealdudes blog and it was actually pretty cool. Some good interviews with the Santa Cruz crew as well as Snips and others. Not bad Neal. I like it. P.S. What does Smeagol mean?
Oh yeah one more thing Nealdude. Someone responded to your COMMENT regarding someone elses COMMENT regarding Lewis’s POST on Lewis’s BLOG. I am not being an asshole bro. I went through the same crap when I was a postsurf grom.
Blasphemy Rottmouth your a fucking faggot listen to yourself jesus christ your a giant tool
Your right, Weedy - I’ll stop. It’s just that I went to college 14 years and ever since I got out it’s been hard for me to control the urge to share with surfers and industry folks that I spent 4 years and 50,000 dollars doing something that they didn’t. It’s been my crowning joy in life and talking trash on message boards in a sophisticated tone and witty cadence is my favorite way of hanging that golden ticket over peoples heads. I’ll try to lighten up, I didn’t realize that nobody cares what I have to say and I’m just making myself look like a big faggot.
haha im psyched u liked my site mark! smeagol was the name of the cunning creature, Gollum, before he was transformed by the dark power of the One Ring. I’m a full slut trying to get my name out there, and will pusue this objective shamelessly. mike, I myself consider SUP’s and plastic longboards surfcrap as well. My friend works for them so I was being a homie and throwing up his write up on my site. You got me there. But hatin on Chad Wells? C’mon man that guy is rad! but your quote about the “shot of him ripping off another guy is a representation of that areas defining signature……” is pretty funny!
Compliments from Mark equate to your Mom telling you you look good.
Mark, how many times now have you said you weren’t going to leave comments here anymore? You’re addicted to this site the same way you’re addicted to hey-zeus. Let it go, your lord and savior won’t appreciate you having an addictive personality.
Nealdude, it was a pretty rad shot and Wells rips…. but an obvious observation. The site is cool, just lose the gay “Harry Potter” referneces.
14 years and 50 grand, that’s called a junior college education BR. But I could tell by your “witty cadence” on the posts you write before you start drinking.
Mark, you’re so cryptic…… must have learned that from reading that book of fables they read on Sundays. You know, wiggle room until you need to be emphatic, then it’s called “Gospel Truth”. Nice to have you back.
Another shitty day of surf, have fun at work this week boys.
c’mon man that’s obviously a Lord of the Rings reference. jeez! Best book series ever! don’t make me summon Gandalf and have him knock some sense in ya, courtesy of a crack upside the head with his magical staff!
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a person misuse an apostrophe more frequently than you do in that blog, nealdude. I’m starting to think the internet cops should start requiring some sort of education before they allow you to post on line. Oh, that and the need to make sure you’re not a bible thumper.
I just powered through a weekend of amazing six to twelve inch windchop. I even went leashless. So, I figured I’d check in on the latest blog updates from Seňor Samuels. Natch! Buttfuckcolostomyshitballs!!!
So, I foolishly decided to navigate my way through a few more comments on this stale post and came across someone ripping my name at 11:44am. I think, “Shit, I must have pondered dearly for at least thirteen seconds to come up with that unique handle; and here, merely days into my foray into this site, someone felt the uncontrollable lust to take it to the next level.”
But, thank sweet Vishnu, what a next level they took this hallowed name. It’s ALMOST as great as that time when Godfather III came through and wiped those garbage Godfather I & II movies off the map.
… wait.
Internet cops, a national security service, porno night at Princeton, no more black cars to be sold in California and now to top it off Stu wants to regulate religion on postsurf. Wow. I do admit that I havent flown the Christian flag as proudly as I should have regarding my comments on this site. I have been a hypocrite. But Stu you just seem to all out hate anything to do with God and it is really troublesome. I just got out of the water 30 minutes ago after surfing some good sized waves and there was this magical rainbow stretching as far as the eye could see as the sun was going down. This big Hawaiian guy looked at me with a smile and said ” thats a present from God brah. He wants you to know that it was him that created this special place”. I smiled back and then wondered what Stu would have said.” Ah actually Kawika that rainbow didnt come from God. It is just a random, coincidental mixture of water vapors and gasses. There is no God Kawika. If you had gone to a prestigious university like myself you would realize this.” I’ll make you a deal Stu. I will do my absolute best to lay off the political talk on this site if you will make an honest effort to give God and those that believe in him a little break. What do you say?
Yep, shore ’nuff; that Blasphemy, he shoooore is a faggot, an’a queer, a fudgepacker, a ghey, a dicksucker, and even a cocklover, haha, hehe… Holy sheeit, tha’s some funny schtuff right therr. Let me make another mind blowing insult beeitsch; he’s “batting for the other team… hint hint.”
*Crickets, Crickets, crickets
**Hey, where is everyone running?
Mark,
Statistically speaking… how DID you survive the Ice Age?
I dont smoke ice thank you very much but I am enjoying a frosty Heineken at the moment.
Mark,
Can you at least parse your words a little better mate? Maybe break them into something we call ‘paragraphs’ or something?
Ye gods, your posts are like sifting through freshly poured cement in search of a virgin sloth’s cunny hair.
And I hate cunny hairs in me teeth Mark.
I know a guy named Sloth. Originally from Bondi. Met him at G-Land. Likes to drink beer. Charges. I apologize for my english not meeting your expectations mr. A.I.’s Dealer. Too bad we cant be all matey mate and bro down since we do have the love of surfing in common.P.S, If you dont like cunny hairs in your teeth then does that mean you prefer goober hairs?
“Yummy!” exclaimed five-year-old Mark, biting eagerly into his ice cream bar, pausing only when he realized that it had bones in it.
In the background, a slim figure in a wetsuit chortled darkly.
Enjoy your Heineken Mark. You can make more coherent comments tomorrow… Hopefully. But, we had fun nonetheless.
Cheers!
Lessons in proper english from an Aussie! Thats like getting style lessons from Neco Padaratz or heat strategy tips from Taylor Knox.
Guns? Absence of religion? Lack of self-esteem? Poor parenting? The entertainment industry? Who’s to blame for Marks’ contentious and knowledge-lacking comments? Numerous professionals (and not-so-professionals, so I’ve heard) have speculated and mulled, publicly and privately, over what has caused him to engage in or goad others into engaging in illegal acts of sodomy. Without going into all the miserable and graphic details, let’s just say that I fully intend to stand uncompromised in a world that’s on the brink of Mark’s rhetoric-induced disaster…
… And by that, I mean I’ll be furiously flogging my turgid meatpole to the recent images of Flavio’s exposed ankles.
Mark,
Are you really begging for a smack-down… or just more of this fun banter??
One fine sunny day in Adelaide, Mark is unfortunately caught stealing a pint of O’Douls from the local market. Mark gets convicted and the judge decides to make an example of him; sending him to the biggest, nastiest jail in Adelaide. Mark is crapping his knickers. He’s heard about what they do to pretty boys in the big house and he starts to freak out that he’s never going walk without a limp again in his life.
So they push him into his cell and there on the upper bunk is the biggest, scariest street thug that this poor little white surfer boy has ever seen. The thug walks straight up to Mark; he’s sweating hard and about one hiccup away from losing control of his pooper.
“We gonna play HOUSE now.” says the thug “But firs’ we gonna set up the rulez. You wanna be the husband o you wanna be the wife?”
“….uh…oh.” said Mark. What a break! He didn’t think he’d actually get a say in the matter. Maybe he could make lemonade out of this after all. “Well, as long as you’re offering, I guess I’ll be the husband.”
“Dass fine.” says the thug. “Now getcho ass over here an’ suck you wife’s dick!”
(Wackety schmackety doooOOOooooo!)
Magma Cue Balls,
The last time you engaged in a smack down, you were toyed with like when Janet Reno tea bags Jordy Smith.
You cowered in your cave of incoherency like the doomed Sherpa you ineptly described on Sagarmatha.
All who observed watched your incontinent pissings leak forth by the provocations of another (you were likened to a marionette, I believe).
Do you recall? Do you remember replying against your will, burdened between succumbing to your capacious insecurities and that far inferior desire to restrain yourself- to not powerlessly reply?
“Write not in retaliation,” sayeth the angel.
Will your salty pillar mirror Occy, or AI’s dealer? Maybe a
ventriloquist’s dummy.
Oldest joke in the book Magnum. At least my comments are 100% original. P.S. I bet that you don’t surf very well.
Meatwhistle’s Responses= the circulatory system.
Q: What is the name of the artery passing inferiorly from the base of the ascending aorta and following the course of the coronary sulcus between the right auricle and the right ventricle?
A: Magnum Q. Meatwhistle
Q: What is the name of the artery running down the course of the anterior interventricular sulcus?
A: Magnum Q. Meatwhistle
Dear Lott’s Wife -
One of my favorite lines, from one of my favorite movies, comes from one of my favorite actors, Jeffrey Jones, during the zenith of his career before his unfortunate penchant for young male balloon knots came to public light. The movie was ‘AMADEUS,’ and while portraying the Emperor Joseph II, Jones said to Mozart:
“…you have passion, but you do not persuade.”
And I think that sums up your salt-lick’s-length of commentary nicely. You can make any claim about me you like. Say that my preaching will make you a better husband. Say that my abundance of self-confidence (and not compensation for a dearth of it) that empowers you to play the pimp for corporate culture. Say that my shadow cures cancer and my spunk tastes like cotton candy. Keep typing your passionate, impotent comments here until your fingers are worn down to bloody nubs at the first knuckle, and it will not do you, Mike, or any of the doe-eyed, slackjawed shoulder hoppers-to-be on Main Street one scintilla of good here.
It astounds me that you haven’t figured out that you’re wasting your time yet. You are hip deep in a vat of verbal diarrhea. You are so busy dogpaddling that you haven’t noticed that the shark has already eaten your legs.
But self-delusion is, of course, what you must excel at.
These things I say to you now are not out of spite, not out of a desire to mock you …well, ok, maybe a tad… but mostly I say them out of concern. Reading your rebuttals starts the same sympathies welling up inside me that I feel when I see a retard repeatedly walking into a wall; each time believing that a door will magically appear. After the humor wears thin, it becomes painful and then just tragic. Just like it’s become here.
But I do see your point and respect that you have a hobby you enjoy. However by my math, in the amount of time you have spent reading and rebutting my comments here, even the most feckless of students could have gotten laid four times. That four dips in the pink pool that you have foregone for…what exactly? Pride? Principle? Waiting for a magic door to appear?
You have passion.
But you do not persuade.
Now, go back to your Emperor at Surfline, little ignoramus, and hope that their own unfortunate penchants never spoil your fun.
I am done with this conversation and leave the rest of you to butt helmets amongst yourselves.
Q: What is the name of the vein beginning at the apex of the heart and ascending in the anterior interventricular groove with the anterior interventricular artery?
A: Magnum Q. Meatwhistle
…
Ahhhh…
Easy like Sunday Morning…
And as you dance, predictable puppetry, I couldn’t have described your ranting’s effects any better:
“You are hip deep in a vat of verbal diarrhea.”
As are all at Postsurf whenever you click “Submit Comment.”
And yet, as if your wildest dreams came true, another man controls your sphincter. Shall I halt your anal leakage once more? Your meaningless meanderings soil us “hip deep” in your stercobilin stained excrement.
….Scrambled eggs please?
Where is the “go to feature” button?
that wasnt me, dont listen to this guy!
Dear Magnum: You have intellect. But you do not impress.
What is up with all of these fancy words that your average punter ( I learned that from Lewis!) can’t understand? I am thinking of taking a class down at the local Community College just so I can hang with the thoroughbreds on postsurf. P.S. Time for a new Post Lewis. Major League baseball starts today, I am off work until Thursday and there are 2 good swells lined up for Hawaii. I have my Websters dictionary, a thesaurus, wikipidia , Matt warshaws the History of Surfing and the complete archives of power rankings all at my disposal. There is nothing that some hoity toity Aussie or some Berkeley grad O.B. local can dish that I am not ready for. Now take a 3 hour break from doing goofy foot version Terry Fitzgerald soul arch fades at Pu–A D- Lo- LOB– and get after it! Start typing amigo!
P.S.S. Oh yeah and Bells is starting today.
Since Lewis has abandoned this blog and left the inmates on their best behaviour, how about a new topic?
Anybody else questioned their life when a euphoric plane ride “home” is interrupted by the phrase “flight attendants, prepare for landing at LAX”. The shock awakes you from the highlight reel of every wave you had just caught the past three weeks and you look out the window to find a horizon of buildings struggling to distinguish themselves through the ever present blanket of smog.
And you know that’s the good news, the 405 patiently stands in gridlock, waiting for you to join the party.
And the N.C.A.A championship game between North Carolina and Michigan State.
By O.B., you mean San Diego, right? I do.
Yes a graduate and then some, but not from Cal.
Hey Mike. Lewis has not been gone long enough for you to start coming up with topics. You remind me of a teenager sitting beside his dying grandfathers hospital bed asking his dad how long it takes for the inheritance money to come through. Show some class bro. And if we DID let you come up with a topic it would not be about YOU returning from 3 weeks of funboarding in Costa Rica to your smog choked mom’s house in Tarzana.
And who is this barn Regulation of Erthropoiesis? Seriously dude you need a check up from the neck up. You need to bring some game if you want to ball on this court. Go back to Dog beach and snort some more meth and stare at your masters degree hanging on the wall of your rank studio apartment.
Ah, there goes Mark playing God on PostSurf. I hope he allows a new post soon. Next thing you know we’ll have to stop posting on Sundays. Gotta love Mark’s obsession with this site though - on well past sundown and again before sunrise.
You broke the deal Stu. Let me get on the Drudge report and come up with some freshies.
Let’s all get together at this year’s US Open of Surfing and gang rape the cast of Blue Crush.
Who’s with me?!
holy living fuck these comments are annoying!
Yeah,
Thanks for dogpiling on.
Hey Mark, if hey-zeus asked you to suck his cock, would you?
Blue Crush is the reason Mark moved to Hawaii….. if a chick can do it……
but you can’t bait me choir boy, I’d never tell you where I go. Loose lips sink ships and you’re the titanic of secret spots.
And what part of CR did you go funboarding in? I want to avoid your crowd if possible.
Gotta go, grandpa is on life support……
i honeslty think that mike needs to fucking drop dead…
RE ELECT ME
PRESIDENT OF EARTH
.
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I made the mistake of clicking on the link above. A direct quote from the website:
“Hello, I am Charles Webster Baer. I made Sarah Palin’s baby retarded so she would finally stop breeding. ‘Bitch, it’s a vagina, not a clown car!’ I exclaimed, as I hurled the extra chromosome into her womb.”
Fuck you Charles Webster Baer!
Charles Webster Baer: This Kashi Troll epitomizes the worst example of Earth-Momma baiting, Phish-following, crystal-worshipping, ecstasy-sharing, Fiji water swilling, un-showered, 34 year old child, that ever tried to shag a tiresome nouveau-hippie chick by boasting of buying a Honda Insight because the Prius was for poseurs.
For the sins of bragging to community college girls that he is a Fruitarian (because Veganism still condones the wholesale slaughter of innocent plants), he should be butt-raped with a dead seagull covered in crude oil and then summarily encased in potted meat.
Then, and only then, will I vote for you as President of Earth.
I love you Charles Webster Baer.
Speaking of which, Bar Rafaeli could not be hotter if she was made out of wasabi and napalm… “Mommy! Is the bathroom still stocked with tissues and lotion?” Booyah!
…I’ll be right back
Elvis, please return to the building.
Leave surfline…
MOVE FORWARD.
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