We were, as we were want to be

In this episode of Surfmatters 

Bo and I will search the Greater Anthillies for surf...

We find our hero in a tropical bar called Sammy's Place

The surf had been flat for days and we had exhausted all other topics of conversation.

We were discussing the merits of 80's fast food giveaway ashtrays

I claimed that the  Burger King ashtray was best.

  Dude! It's Gold. It doesn't get better than gold. Look it up  

Yet my friend, Beauregard Whipsnake preferred the McDonalds offering as being recyclable and better for the planet. Bo was filthy rich and the heir apparent to the Whipsnake - Culpepper fortune. His father of course, who everyone calls Haus' is the Twenty Foot and Offshore Surfmat Open Invitational Champion (1962- 1984) and is considered by some to be the greatest of all time. There was a rumor that he used a time machine to go back and surf all the truly epic days of the last 200 hundred years all by himself to practice. Nothing was ever proven, of course. 

   

 I argued the Micky D trey was nothing but the embossed tin of a mini apple pie 

He was about to reply and I was about to smack him across his face with my glove

when suddenly

a shot rang out

a woman screamed

lighting struck

this just in on the wire,

the Scream Actors Guild

is on Strike

I have always felt a kinship with the brotherhood and sisterhood of Labor 

so I'm not working on Maggies Farm no more 

Until Next Time