South East QLD and Northern N.S.W Cripple Stick Enthusiasts

[womble]

Ribs and associated cartilage are on the mend ... its been four weeks ... and I've probably got one to go ... ish.

Thirsty and Friedegg do look promising ... but due to the up-stumping and sliding down the ill to two-gun city ... I will have to decline your kind offer ... as the surfing duck wants some company whilst she feathers the new nest ... be warned power points and other outlets are on the menu.

I'm taking a couple of weeks off to do some much needed maintenance around the new abode ... hopefully these chores can be pursued between waves ... and the ducks penchant for purse emptying furniture hunting expeditions.

[analbirth]

sook

[womble]

So with the up-stumping and accompanying bank account bashing that is required when one relocates the tribe from the rock of elephants to two gun shitty … slowing down to a quiet stampede of outgoing cash. Old Crazy can now find the time to relax and enjoy his early onset dementia … incontinence and delirium tremors with a nice cup of tea on the deck of the new abode … whilst overlooking the veggie patch and all the nice green weeds where lawn should be.
Old Crazy caught up with the sasquatch of aeroplane nest … the swamp dweller … and received a fresh delivery of longboard to the ribs from a nuck nuck at the point of no return … so as time wounds old heals … it seems Old Crazy is as mended as he can be … and has recently returned from a sojourn down the coast for a spot of relaxation and alcoholic investigation … between surfs and fish bothering expeditions … only a sufferer knows the feeling.
Now back on the cold toast strip after the trip and a sip or twenty … Old Crazy is refreshed and full of zest … or piss and wind as the case may be. Since returning and with a couple of surf under the belt … one a three and a half hour marathon at nuck nuck central … the other a hastily contrived minnie barrel-fest at the the rocks that snap … both worthwhile endeavours with satisfactory wave counts and the added pleasure of witnessing the feeding frenzy that is commonly referred to as surfing in these here parts … froth and bubble indeed … the crazy won can now concentrate his energy on other tasks required to build character and intestinal fortitude … yeah … yeah … work it is … hey someone has to keep the wheels of industry greased and running as smoothly as can be expected … seeing as how we have a herd of sightless deers running … whoops ruining the girt by sea … not old dears … deers with no eyes … no ideas.
Whats with this bunch of self loving losers … parliament house is situated in the Australian Capital Territory … the ACT … how frocking apt … an act it is … badly scripted … unrehearsed and poorly performed … its a comic tragedy … except its not funny. Forget the carbon tax … there should be a tax on longboards … SUP's and stinky ranga's with delusions of grandeur.

[analbirth]

http://www.seabreeze.com.au/graphs/qld4.asp

[scoop]

So with the up-stumping and accompanying bank account bashing that is required when one relocates the tribe from the rock of elephants to two gun shitty … slowing down to a quiet stampede of outgoing cash. Old Crazy can now find the time to relax and enjoy his early onset dementia … incontinence and delirium tremors with a nice cup of tea on the deck of the new abode … whilst overlooking the veggie patch and all the nice green weeds where lawn should be.
Old Crazy caught up with the sasquatch of aeroplane nest … the swamp dweller … and received a fresh delivery of longboard to the ribs from a nuck nuck at the point of no return … so as time wounds old heals … it seems Old Crazy is as mended as he can be … and has recently returned from a sojourn down the coast for a spot of relaxation and alcoholic investigation … between surfs and fish bothering expeditions … only a sufferer knows the feeling.
Now back on the cold toast strip after the trip and a sip or twenty … Old Crazy is refreshed and full of zest … or piss and wind as the case may be. Since returning and with a couple of surf under the belt … one a three and a half hour marathon at nuck nuck central … the other a hastily contrived minnie barrel-fest at the the rocks that snap … both worthwhile endeavours with satisfactory wave counts and the added pleasure of witnessing the feeding frenzy that is commonly referred to as surfing in these here parts … froth and bubble indeed … the crazy won can now concentrate his energy on other tasks required to build character and intestinal fortitude … yeah … yeah … work it is … hey someone has to keep the wheels of industry greased and running as smoothly as can be expected … seeing as how we have a herd of sightless deers running … whoops ruining the girt by sea … not old dears … deers with no eyes … no ideas.
Whats with this bunch of self loving losers … parliament house is situated in the Australian Capital Territory … the ACT … how frocking apt … an act it is … badly scripted … unrehearsed and poorly performed … its a comic tragedy … except its not funny. Forget the carbon tax … there should be a tax on longboards … SUP's and stinky ranga's with delusions of grandeur.

So is it my drinking or wombles that makes this post stand out?????

[analbirth]

and that was just an average one, go back and have a read of some more.....

[scoop]

ab ... lol ... you can only backspace so far .... lol

[womble]

The Crazy one was watching a rerun of the classic seventies television sitcom … Welcome back Kotter … funny stuff … Mister Kot-taire … nothing like a good mutton-chopped bellbottomed belly wobbling seventies style laugh.

Mind you Old Crazy never really liked school … with the pigeon holed implementation of regimentation and a constant onslaught of opinions about the real world rammed down gobsmacked adolescent throats by adults in comfortable swede shoes and corduroy slacks … adults who never actually left school … but consider themselves above reproach when waffling on about all manner of subjects that they themselves were informed about by someone else who received the same information secondhand from a textbook written by a self proclaimed expert in the field.

Old Crazy although finding it hard to understand how a person that has spent their entire life at school can be qualified to mould future generations … does however envy this academic theorists lifestyle … for a start … holidays holidays holidays as far as the eye can see … not to mention pupil free days … whats with that anyway … a pupil free day … who thought that one up … thats akin to someone in the real world having a client free day … a doctor having a patient free day … magnificent stuff … lets take it one step further … what about a teacher free day … very lord of the flies hat … where's Arnold Horshack when you need him.

Ah the lifestyle … did we mention holidays … yep laid out like a smorgasbord of all you can eat free time … but wait theres more … their clients are usually rather small and recently toilet trained … they believe in the tooth fairy and boogymen … tend to be rather soft and malleable ... like plasticine … and just as colourful … incidentally they are the only reason devon exists … really who else could consume such a gastronomic catastrophe … maybe thats why so many of them eat the perkins paste whilst using it to glue strips of paper to make daisy chains.

Devon is like flattened spam … tasteless and as far removed from meat as it gets. Interestingly enough teachers are very spam-like … apart from being pink … they are as far removed from everyday life as one can get … they exist like a band of marauding Gullivers … instilling fear into the helpless Lilliputions enslaved on a daily basis at the fenced compounds commonly referred to as schools.

Mind you … many a young lad has started out on his sexual adventures by spanking his monkey in the cover of darkness whilst fantasising about the delightfully forbidden pleasures of the rather voluptuous curves attached to the shapely pins of a young Ms Smith the bespectacled librarians assistant … fond memories indeed … and a great activity for strengthening of the wrists.

Now in speaking of monkey spanking and spankers in general … Old Crazy who's up there with the best … 99-100 … change hands … had a nice little surf on a stretch of beach renowned for its surflessness-ness … a little little bank has appeared like Dr Who's tardis … nangaty nang nangaty nang nangaty nang wahoo woo … down the road … and on the right tide the setup is phenomenal … a nicely walled wedging dredging right hander … with a crowd of one … up your nose with a rubber hose and welcome back indeed … time to call the swamp dweller.

[analbirth]

you know i neally called my boards "spanked monkeys" it was a close thing.
I wont let the missus read this cause she's you guessed it a Teacher. But she doesn't think too much of teachers anyway. But the pay is good and the as you say, holidays are out the warzoo. Keeps me in holidays and mid week surfing time As for surfing this week.... there will be none, flato. So i'm shock horror - working... there i said it , god damn working, well not all week heaven forbid Got some analbirthing to do as well, thats analbirth related things

[fruitbat]

AB noticed a little bank about 100-200m north of Bowls Club carpark small but surfable

[wolruss]

[analbirth]

mr fruity, yeah there are only a couple of beachy banks about so keep it under your hat... i take it you've been down or are down my way ???
btw, i hope your keeping a low profile with all this talk of culling being cast about by alarmist fruitbat haters....

[womble]

So Old Crazy may have hair that makes Albert of the E=Mc2ereds hair look downright college boy short back and sides nerd like neat-n-tidy … and the follicularly challenged types like Womble and co … my or may not look like the aftermath of getting a brazillian from a nearsighted alcoholic with parkinsons disease … but thats all well and good … one can only work with the materials available at hand.

The question is … whats this growing obsession with the dreadlocks … the bloody things are popping up everywhere … once the sole domain of our beloved Rastafarian brethren … it then crept into fashion with those gloriously unwashed mungbean eating feralitic hippy tree huggers who go around chaining themselves to large pieces of predominantly yellow earthmoving equipment in the aim of stopping the imperial army from manufacturing plastic bags out of dolphins … and saving gay whales by abseiling oil refinery lunch room bain-maries … but it hasn't stopped there … not the abseiling … which is still continuing and showing no signs of abating any time soon … its the hair … that hair is now the latest trend among the new generation of pimple faced wanna-be soul surfers … and their closely retarded … if not interchangeable relation … the euro-trashed short for cash clapped out and badly decorated poor excuse for a campervan driving backpacker … yes that delusional creature that often pops up … in the white water at some of the more widely known surf spots around this dangerous yet picturesque continent … with their fun board and absolutely no idea whatsoever … bless their little cotton socks … dumb as sheep and twice as smelly.

But it hasn't stopped there ... this fashion faux pas has continued it march forward … nonchalantly climbed atop the head of a few of our higher profile sporting gentry … landing with great force on the ever growing band of stomp boxing guitar strummers known as blues and rooters … oh ... and just quietly … I've been down to the crossroads … that aint the blues their singing … and please don't get me started on what a root should sound like … hey I like the genre … but whats with that name.

The funniest thing about this greasy looking itchy lice infested mop of dead ends is that to acquire this ubercool natural earthy look ... most of the poor deranged fools head down to the hairdressing salon for … wait for it … the hair extensions … thats right … the hair extensions needed to start proceedings off … seriously … thats less Haile Salassie … and more pampered Lassie or heiress Hilton of the Paris-ie … hair extensions … stick a fork in my arse and turn me over I'm done.

Yep this marauding mop of mange is slowly creeping into the nine to five meat and three veg households … no longer is it happy to garnish the craniums of the happy pant wearing flat earthers … or sit majestically atop of the herb partaking easy skankers mun … no it wants more … and it won't stop until some mentally bankrupt nut job decides to go for the piece de resistance … you guessed it hipsters … the pubic dreadlocks … or nether-dreads as we prefer to call them … talk about condominiums for crabs … ire man.

[Riq dekneelo]

Oh Mon Rastifa ha ha ha ha ha

[analbirth]

and here's an excellent example of a nether dread dwelling pacific coconut crab not much room for anything else in those jocks [albumimg]28349[/albumimg]