Well, tomorrow's Luau Day, the schittz gonna
hit the fan when the workAbillies
discover Club dinners have risen to
$35.00 a pop. Most people could care less,
they just want to be part of the party. The
Club will make a fortune off Tee Shirt sales,
trinkets, curios, and amulets. NALU Mag
is providing complementary issues to the
first 1,000 party goers. SOSC will sell the
mags, donating the proceedS to Surfrider
Foudation of San Clemente. The State
anticipates a huge crowd, and may shut
down entrance at 8:00 AM. Sorry, there
Will be no valet parking unless you have
a "PLANET MALIBU" bulky tee. In case you
can't get there, and get shut out, take your
Pay Pal to:

http://www.tubesteak.org

Click Tee Shirts on main page.

Written by Larry Coronary.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES INC.

With Sal Geez struck again with a massive,
collapsing on the damp grass in front of his
screaming grandchildrenat the reunion house,
Sal's lifeless corpse freightened everyone, they
were all in a tizzy. All Geez family members were
frozen with fear. Why doen't somebody do
something, and just not stand there paralyzed
with fear. Teeny Weinie threw his cell at Sal's
cousin, Herod. "Call 911, pronto," said Herod.
Within moments EMT responded, and for the
third time in a week, Sal Geez was hooked up
on life support, which wasn't that bad because
the children were used to seeing Granpa Sal
with tubes inserted in his veins. The EMT
was equipped with a working defibrulatot.
The juice was flowing. *CLEAR*! They shocked
the living crapp out of Sal.. This time all the
toddlars were laughing. Sal was sucking deep
breaths, the color finally returned to his
cheeks. Sal attempted to stand, but collapsed
back to the wet grass. Looks as if Sal Geez may
not make it to the SOSC Annual Club Luau
after all. If not, looks like Coor's Lite will be
on tap.

Written by Larry Coronary.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES ESQ.

Hey now! Sal Geez moved his "dog and pony"
show from the beaches of San O'snorefree, way up
north to South San Clemente. It seems there's
an annual reunion of has-been, or never were,
middle age surfboard riders, for the flimsey
July 4th fireworks display. All pier fireworks
fizzled badly, however, the more high-school
Buds they had, the display became big time
phsychadelic. But, Sal Geez saved the day. He
was attired in a red, white, and blue,
Independence Day sailor boy get up. Amid
the scrumptious veggie trays he pleaded for
undivided attention, and he sure got it.
DeadHead Jed reached in his cooler, brought
out a foot long "Dodger Dog", snapping it toward
Sal Geez. The foot-longer waffled through the
smoke filled evening air. Jumping up and down
like an unbridled Chihuahua, Sal Geez snapped
at the dog in mid air, but he swallowed it the
wrong way, it lodged in his throat sideways.
Sal unable to breath gave the international
distress sign. The Geez family recognized Sal
was unable to breath. Screwball shouted,
"Does any one have a defibulator?" Hell no,
they're all locked up on the beach. Sal Geez
turns blue. Everybody at the four reserved
Geez family tables, with all the screaming
Geez grand babies say "What shall we do
now?"

Written by Larry Coronary
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES