"out the back!"
"back door... whaaaaaat?"
"That's me floating on the inside... weeeeeee"After a failed salt creek attempt due to the NSSA Nationals, Some frogs and I ended up at an old stomping ground. Cottons Cuz. Thats right San Clemente. It was Cottons. Cottons Cottons Cottons. Don't pretend its a secret. All day long it was glassy, shiny, solid over head raddness. I have the rashes to prove it. By the end of the day I was so tired I couldn't paddle back out, so I beached myself. Sooo tired.
3 comments:
a refreshing post bu sesh?
i must say you seemed a little short.
i'll just blame it on the pack.
I was scared of the pretty girl.
shock the monkey get hurt!!!
monkey.
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