EACH DAY AT RANCHO SAN ONOFRE IS LIKE 12/7/41, A DAY OF INFAMY. Yesterday was no different, lines are long as ever, their "primitive dirt road" closed "due to" [because of flooding], requests such as, "Can you help me zip up my wet suit," observations such as, "It sure is warm in the sun." It looks for sure Rancho San Onofre is truly a family beach. Ranger Dairywimple is back from his "leave of absence to the State Mental Facility in Atascadero, Ranger Cadet, Ephriam was fortunate his cronies, just the day before, went over the beach with a fine tooth comb, so to speak. Ranger Dairywimple nodded his approval, "Nice work, Ranger Ephraim." One other honorable mention, beach dog, Yappy, gobbled up as the latest shark victim, had a Memorial Plaque donated from excess Club Tee Shirt profits. It shall be placed beneath the newly designated, "City Hall" (Old Man's) area. One not so nice note, characters lounging in front of Bldg. #4, Toilet #6, are beginning to acquire an attitude for Spring Break.
TUBESTEAK/LET.THE.GAMES.BEGIN