Thank God for minor miracles. The dwindleling surf subsided to a
size more suitable to the liking of the 'Nofre regulars: two feet and
mushy. I was there yesterday overhearing one of them saying
"Wait'll the tide goes out then the reef will go off like a bitchen
rocket bomb." The tide went out, the waves became flatter than
yesterday's ginger ale. Apparently, someone discovered a naked
corpse with a cigar inserted where the sun don't shine, but that don't
mean Jack Schitt. At the end of the primitive and prehistoric dirt road
the Dept. of Homeland Security discovered a huge passenger bus, the
name "Los Tres Estrellas" emblazoned on the sides, filled with 150
unconscious illegal immigrants inside. Rangers Dairywimple and Ephram
volunteered for the uncovering of the San Onofre smuggling ring before
it gets out of hand. One thing Rangers found was all fake ID's bore
the name Jesus Pedro Morales.

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