8/27/14. 6:26am. 65°f. Hazy. Winds NNE 4. Possible chance of Holy Fucking Shit!
Holy lemon next to the pie, Garbage Man! Repost from @jmshots
Still wet from missing a fish. Shake it off and get back out there. It’s called fishing. Not catching.
That looks like it hurts. #birdyoga
8/26/14. 8:02am. 68°f. Clear skies. Wind ENE 3mph. Building very fucking rapidly. Hide yo kids. Hide yo wife. Hide yo sup. ‘cause everybody get’n caught inside up in here.
Deep, in the darkest jungles of Beverly Hills, it appeared as if my search for thee illusive “Worst footwear on the fucking planet” had finally come to an end.
8/25/14. 7:12am. 64°f. Patches of fog. Wind ENE 2mph. Not much now but big things are in the mail.
It is so weird when you see how some Star Wars characters have aged.
Today’s bike ride binocular iPhone surf report: Fucking jellybean contest in a bathtub.
Dirt track date bitches!
Yeeeeeww! Everybody say Lowell! Fuck Yeah!
Oh it’s fucking on now. I just scored this sick kick raft for a song on eBay. Fish beware. @jacksplasticwelding #jacksplasticwelding