Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the
water, NeoN departs for 'Frisco and believe it or not,
doesn't disable the BLOG Moniter, and guess what,
all hell breaks loose. After yesterday's rendition, forty
comments poppod on screen. All I can say is, what can I
say. Surfing is a tough sport, where only the strong survive.
Btw, why does Surfing suck so hard.

Written by Sableau the Prophet.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASOCIATES

So many crank comments. Yesterday the BLOG came
to a screaching halt leaving out surf spot nicknames,
e.g. Four Doors, Smoke Stacks, The Wall, da' Point,
Old Joe's, Secrets, Ol' Man's, to name a few.
All trendy, of course. Readers are irate because their name
isn't mentioned, or their innane coments aren't published.
For chrissake, this ain't no ticket to no "Legendhood.".
Anyways, you want mention in the Diary, you gots to pay
your dues. Incidentally, the only places in surfing that
matter are Rincon, Malibu, Ventura Overhead, Redondo
Breakwater, anywhere else ain't Jack Schitt, maybe Lunada
Bay. Trestles sucks, and it sucks hard. Cotten's breaks once a
millenium. So, youse guys get off your "high horse" and get
with it. Btw, voted the worst beach in surfing by 100 savvy
surfers is, you guessed it, San Onofre. It was, however, voted
best begInners beach in SOCAL.

Written by Rory Russell.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES

This morning I'm pleased to announce this BLOG Mederator
has worn thin with this crowd, but I don't know what to do,
because it is an intrusive nuiscance. If you don't believe
me read the comments. I'm serious about dumping the
BLOG project because of the way BLOG moniter treats
you, our readers. You should not be treated like mice. I
do not moniter any BLOGS and we are not on a 7
second delay. Keep sending comments, eventually
they will be published. Next in line, the State is
considering building a sewer treatment plant
just like the Hyperion Plant in El Segundo., at
Old Man's this winter. Did you know El Segundo
was nicknaed El Stinko by the South Bay locals.

What happened to our friend from Temeculah was horrible.
The County Morgue results showed negligence on someones
oversight. The County reporty said the victem should never
been fed deep fried turkey in Farmer John's lard. It choked off
his windpipe, gargled on turkey flap meat, gizzard, heck
bones, waddle, moutain oysters, and every life threatening
sympton available. The case was transferred from San
Diego County to Irvine where it appears the killer bird
originated. All that's known, someones going to pay for this.

Written by Dep. District Attorney, City of Irvine.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES

An obese inlander from Temecula helped himself
to some greasy prime rib of roast, bit down, grease
squirting from his jowels, felt queasy, headed for the
toilet, but never made it--he collapsed and was dead
before he hit the ground, victem of a massive
coronary occlussion. He was so swollen he couldn't
breath, hardly. NeoN yelled, "Save the drool for gravy."
They had to call Camp Pendelton for a crane. The
corpse was transported to San Clemente for sn
extensive autopsy. The death certificate will be
on display, tomorrow at 10:00 AM. It might
not look good for NeoN.

Written by Dr. Ross.
BRUCE SANVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES





















icatite

WORSE THINGS HAVE HAPPENED. Sal Geeze
made a recovery, and is back on "the yellow dirt
road", brought there by the Anhauser Busch wagon,
wlth the Clydsdales crapping up a storm. Sal was
understandably a little wobbly after the medical
center removed part of his wilted liver. He showed
me his x-ray, and by golly, the liver looked like a
doorstop, as a matter of fact, during the monthly
BOD meeting, sombody said, "Sal, you ought to sell
that thing on Ebay. I don't know why, but I thought
that was funny as all get out. Sal stood in the middle
of 'Nofre's antiquated dirt road watching NeoN arrive
with this huge, well marbled, Prime Rib, I mean it
was loaded with fat and cholesterol. "Hey, Neon, whatta'
got there?" said Sal. NeoN explained he was going
to deep-fry a prime cut of rib in ten lbs. of Farmer John
pure lard, right on the beach. It took about 45 minutes for
the calderon to sizzle. With granduer, NeoN dropped
the slab of meat into the boiling grease. Pop! Sizzle!
Snap! Gurgle! The standing prime cut fried in the
oil. NeoN knew it was done, and with his Chinese
Hook lifted the roast, set it on a cutting board. Oh, my,
it appears they're going to shut down BLOG for scheduled
maintainance. Back tomorrow for the artery plugging
feast.

Written by Triglyceride Tess.
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES

You ain't just about gonna' believe this crapp!
Living in San Lemente is tantamount to living
in Monterey Park CA. Instead of Valley Blvd, San
Clemente (the qaint little Spanish villiage by the
Sea) has Del Mar St. to call their own.

Written by "The Mayor"..

BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES