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Steve, a Chinese feed at Cromer, and a flat battery in the Nissan for afters.

Larry wrote:Steve, a Chinese feed at Cromer, and a flat battery in the Nissan for afters.

Fcuk. All I ever got was a coffee at Dee Why.

I had no idea this site ever had ideas above it's station.

I always saw it as the derelict pub in an unfashionable suburb where a working man could be himself or herself, or itself without fear of censure.

Oh. And a Tshirt. Musnt forget the Tshirt.

I did.

I'm pretty much exclusively on my phone now, rarely have reason to fire up the boilers of my pc.
Is there a way to get to the front page from here? I don't see anything to click to get me there.

Don't bother it's shithouse

I remember that day - McCoy didn't get any shots.

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what was it like the day after, salty?

this was the day after ..

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Hey Laz, when does your book come out I reckon it would be a good read and if you do a realsurf Book remember to mention Foamballs by Squid, I will admit that was a classic and each episode was looked forward to with great anticipation. Squid was actually a good bloke, I had a few waves with him but god knows where he is now.

Somewhere ive got a copy of most if not all of the foamballs saga saved in a word doc.
Great reading

Trev wrote:Somewhere ive got a copy of most if not all of the foamballs saga saved in a word doc.
Great reading

Was it on here?

marauding mullet wrote:

Trev wrote:Somewhere ive got a copy of most if not all of the foamballs saga saved in a word doc.
Great reading

Was it on here?

Yep. But he went through and did a Legion on it all for some reason.

I found it all on one of those sites which seem to have links to every web page ever.

The beginning....................................FOAMBALLS

episode 1
B u m b a c l o t

One hot summer morning in the suburb of One Beach, Bumbaclot woke up in a strange apartment beside a voluptuous naked blonde named Regina, who wore a large gold wedding ring, and was dead.

Feck, thought Bumbaclot.

She had seemed pretty healthy when they were going at it on the couch, only hours earlier. Before he passed out.

Fecken jesus, he said under his breath. Looks like a fricken cardiac arrest! And total respiratory fecken failure!

Call the cops? The ambulance?

Sure. Invite the cops in. That was impossible. The flat, he had learned the night before, belonged to a local psychopath -- a known hit-man, named Concrete. Gangsters would have his balls.

Anyway, what was the use? His richly tanned sex goddess, now cold and tinged grey, was, without a doubt, beyond resuscitation. She lay on her side, facing away from him on the fake-leather couch. Her ample breasts spilled over the clammy upholstery, one buttock cocked high, legs splayed, one petite foot hanging over the carpet, as if she had been jogging. He stared at the delicate base of her spine, where the summer sun had imprinted a soft, untanned triangle around the rear panel of a lacy g-string. Now the red lingerie lay torn and straggling from the deep crack of Regina's spectacular, pilates-toned arse. Funny how the strap looks like a question mark, thought Bumbaclot.

Fecken hell.

Spoon, late November ...

My login worked!

Holy shit! See, I'm fairly late to the RS world. That said, I used to check daily the surf report way back when. Always could figure out what it would be like from the NB reports/The Goat.

That said, these days I bypass it straight to Tangents. I think this is about the second time I've entered the General Discussion.

Hope RS sticks around, it is golden.