Aloha,
What do two little stoep kaks have to do with the North Shore you may ask, everything I may answer. The meaner your dogs the better your rep. The fact that these little yappers belong to a knee-boarder with one arm and one eye speaks lots. It’s not about your dogs its about the number of beers in your fridge.
I was fearing for my life some time in the early hours of the morning, I thought the roof was about to ripped from above me. The wind came through with reckless abandon at hurrican force snapping trees like tooth picks on a stubborn steak remain. No electricity for the North Shore the entire day. What does that mean when surfing and shooting were not an option? You sit in one chair for two hours drifting in and out of slumber, eat a choc chip blueberry pancake, go for a cycle to waimea and back. Then
top it off with strong marguritas and buffalo wings with blue cheese sauce, a spot of Starbucks followed by the cheesiest movie.
Only saving grace for “Hitman” is the gorgous Russian girl, maybe she was American but the accent and upper cheek tattoo worked for me. Not sure what her name was but I know she wasn’t Price?
Until tomorrow on the North Shore when the ocean continues to rumble . . . It’s too late to qualify.
Mahalo
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