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Originally posted by Kitehard
Man, there's a lot of BS flying around on this thread.
lol.
Dude,
Once I got sooo fken barrelled,
like maybe 10 board-lengths way back deep in the pit.
It was dark back there.
My eyes had to adjust to the gloom.
Real-time warped into tube-time.
I was transported into the 4th dimension.
Man, I was so ready to totally eat it, when....
I was suddenly spat-out by the pit-spit,
and then I was fully bitch-slapped head first into the wall.
lol.
I surfaced to find myself floating on top of a foaming boiling-pot.
A whirlpool of lick-wood.
My board was tombstone-ing in fits of anger....it was directly below me,
just suspended above the suckrock.
That's when I climbed down my tightly stretched leggie,
my lifeline to living.
I reached for my board, white-knuckled the rails, and punched my body free from the wet deathgrip.
The board's bouyancy helped to spear me into the sunlight.
Like a champagne cork popped skyward from the throat of a bottle of bubbly.
I was drunk and eurphoric from my great escape.
I was consumed full of naturalhigh.
My eyes had glazed over and it was time to celebrate and make speeches.
I held up my kite-bar high in salute, and shouted at the ocean in mock defiance.
I needed to propose a toast.
A toast to all the brand-whores.
Let's raise our glasses to deception.
Let's drink to multiple aliases and imaginery friends.
It's game on bitches.
hahahahaha