Ain't no more tommoreys left ...[CT2020]

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Them blood-suckin monkeys are starvin...

Ain't no more tommoreys left...

This is yer last chance kid...

Ya git that campyfire lit : or there ain't gonna be no more tommorey...

His shoulders slumped, as the last match snapped at the head, and fizzled for a fraction of a second, before falling into the muddy wetness...

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a reply to: Nothin

When there are so few words, every word counts. When the word is used twice, it is twice as count-y.
What's a tommorey.
When I did a search I got Tom Morey, inventor of the body board.

Here I am in the '70s on my body board.

No. That's not me. That's some Ausie in 2020.
I didn't even have a body board.

Knee boarder, all the way.
Longest rides in San Onofre.
( Onofre rhymes with way)

Okay, here I am in the tube.

No. That not me either. At least it's a knee board though.
Where the heck are all the '70s pictures of me uploaded from cell phones on the internet?

I'm just gonna sit on this beach and start a fire and wait for the technology to catch up.
Where are those matches now?
Oh, @#$%^ They're in my wet trunks.

a reply to: pthena

Maybe tommorey came from a dilapidated slab of messed-up grey matter ?
Am not willing to 'count' on my memory though...

Once met a wave that deemed it fitting to use my body as a board...

You can tell it's a left-handed Aussie from the pic : proud chin-up, expert toe-steering technique, and left fist ready to punch any shark getting funny ideaers...

a reply to: Nothin

Never had to punch a shark.

This one time I was out at the Boneyard next to Swamies with Brett and Grant. Jellyfish everywhere.

Grant got the bright idea to stab the jelly fish with sticks. So as we were paddling out we were stabbing jelly fish. Then placing the sticks next to our bare skin while paddling.

The thing is, the stingy stuff about jelly fish is the chemicals. The sticks were covered with it. Nasty rash was Grant's fault totally.

a reply to: pthena

Any experienced adventurer, would surely guess that Grant is yer big-brother.
'Cause that's what they do : cockamamie ideaers...


Would it be fair to assume that the Boneyard : wasn't named so after the jellyfish ?

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a reply to: Nothin

Grant was definitely not my big brother. My big brother was a real surfer, still is last I checked. Featured in Surfer Magazine a couple of times even.

This one time my brother and his friend Ray went surfing. Ray's younger sister, only two years older than me, came along too. So Bro and Ray were in the front of the car, and Ray's Sis and I were in the back. It was a long and exciting surf trip.

I fell asleep because the rush of surfing followed by a boring car ride home can do that to a person. When I woke up, my head was in her lap. So I pretended like I wasn't shy or embarrassed and just nonchalantly sat up like that's a perfectly normal thing to happen. And she didn't laugh at me even. She was cool, like, that's a perfectly normal thing to happen.

The Boneyard is named for the rocky bottom, and how much you don't want to make rapid contact with it by you or your board. Go just a little North for sandy bottom. Can't always choose. Gotta go where the waves are best at the moment.

a reply to: Nothin

I've had that last match snap...and felt lost as it dropped in a wisp of smoke. Nicely done.

a reply to: Vroomfondel

Thanks for the kind words. Vroom-Vroom.