Shuffled on down to Surf City with a truck full of kids a few weeks ago. It was a gas except the dang water was too cold to make body surfing worthwhile for this old man. That's the diff between Hawaii and So Cal. Water Temps.
The House Blond got a little chilled too. Not being full-on Italian TWC didn't offer her any Fortified Welch's Grape Juice.
TWC's niece Crystallynne (left) and Jasmine share the MP3 player
Didn't notice the sign until day's end. Whaddja say Beavis? How does this work? I saw lifeguards rescue two people. Helleuva comp claim when the antibiotics stop working. Or is it just a clever ploy by the city to disclaim liability.
Later we spent a couple of hours and a small fortune at the Yard House. Good Times. Except that part where the kid tells us his daddy gambled away the mortgage money, a stunning revelation made ever so casually. Whaddya say to them apples? Course, gambling isn't immoral in Indian casinos or if it's the state lottery, a regressive tax on the mathematically challenged. Bought that boy a New York Steak dinner off of the grown ups menu.
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