RYDER EIGHTEEN WHEELERS, DEADHEAD AND READY TO ROLL, SNAKED THEIR WAY up the antiquated dirt road toward the staging area, located south of the the Ranger's Toll Booth, in the asphalt parking acreage of SDGE. Time right now is 7:00 AM and Basilone Rd. is gridlocked. Ranger Dairywimple aimed his bullhorn at the swarm of cars, "Attention, please. If you ain't in now you aren't getting in," he said, "please leave the area." That went over like the proverbial "lead balloon", horns honked setting off car alarms, dogs barked, children, because of all the commotion, screamed and whined. It was awful. Less than a quarter mile away down on the beach, things were cracken'. Rides started, music blared, sky banners flowing, Fuji blimps aloft float in the misty morning. Ranger Deputy Ephriam taking in the gala even commented,
"For shizzle, 'Nofre's never gonna' be the same." Deputy Ephriam posted the show order, Beyonce, Fred Durst, Fifty Cents, Christina, Michael, Snoop Doggy, Courtney,
Brittney, Eminem, and Baby Face. Deputy Ranger Ephriam, on cue, "You can't get up unless you get down!" Young Moe T, grabbed a hand held, screamed, "Let's rage dudes, party hearty. Owooo! MTV's "San Onofre Party Ball Easter Week Celebration", much to the distaste of the SOSC BOD, roared out of the gate.
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