Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Fucking desk jobs...don't ever get one. They are the worst. Sure, steady cheese and a future is nice, but it sucks your soul dry, like a mudguppy in a desert. One of the few enjoyable things to look forward to is WCT webcasts. Pro jocks, slashing waves and getting pitted so pitted at epic locations. All delivered to my desk throught the magic of the intenet, glowing a foot from my face. Warming my innerds. Filling me with joy. Making me whole again. Fantasy Surfer makes it even better. We've had 2 long months between the last contest and this one, and I'm fired up. Nap time is over, let's get it on. J-Bay starts thursday and 8 foot swell is predicted. My team is set to dominate...Kelly(the Champ), Mick(fastest surfer alive), Jordy(strong as an Ox), Dane(world's most exciting surfer), Andy(if he can keep off the Colmbian Marching Powder), Dusty(Hawaiian), Simpo(dark horse), and Sean Holmes(local boy). Don't go cheatin and copy my team.