More waves. Less words.
Just a stop-gap measure while I transition from hungover to drunk, and knock out the next batch of Power Rankings.
Jason Reposar. Indonesia. I'm trying to forget about where I'm not at.
More waves. Less words.
Just a stop-gap measure while I transition from hungover to drunk, and knock out the next batch of Power Rankings.
Jason Reposar. Indonesia. I'm trying to forget about where I'm not at.
Dear Lewis
Damn Dude, you’re working us HARD !
Sincerely,
your Kidneys & Liver
I miss Repo. Bummer he got deported. Remember Better Off Dead ? ” Shame to throw away a perfectly good white boy. “
Thanks for the new desktop — the P.O.V. photo from my favorite spot.
RIP: Walter Cronkite (92 yr)
it’s more waves, FEWER words, not “more waves, less words.”
how much do you pay for the grammar nanny ?
damn, lewis. you’re pretty much getting dominated on your own blog.
And ending a sentence with a preposition? Tisk tisk.
we wouldn’t be here if not for the following - some of Lewis’ writing is almost as entertaining as Andy Irons’ performance at the 2006 Pipe Masters.
AI he won it with 2 total come-from-behind high-9 waves, one of them ending with a floater on a piece of seaweed foam that barely had enough structure for a seagull to side on. that was going left, Pipeline. then he had another high 9 going right to seal the deal.
part of the back story to that is that AI was hassling competitors like Rob Machado pretty ferociously. Rob talked about it at the 2007 Lowers event, he sounded still slightly pissed and like it was reasonable to be slightly pissed. AI happened to draw Rob at 2007 Lowers, and, i think, lost.
Sweet fotos.
Cronkite was way fucking hot!
The right hand column is superior to the others.
Fuck this stupid photo dispatch bullshit. It’s gheyer than a three dollar bill. Using the hangover as an excuse not to post more rankings is pussy shit Lewis, get back to work.
Lewis, don’t end your fucking sentences with a preposition you shaft bender! All you should have said was; “trying to forget about where i’m not.”
NO: Where’s it at?
Do you know where it’s at?
Yes: Where is it?
Do you know where it is?
Come on shit stain.
Twelve foot swell hitting Bali next wednesday. I’ll think about all you drunk bitches while I’m in the line up. In the meantime I’ll have a few Bintangs.
Cheers from where you would rather be!