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Witness a pro surfer behaving badly? Know something about the World Champ that most of us don't know? Pissed that Ruffo pinched from your last satchel of meth?
Give it up. Specifically, give it to us.
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Give it up.
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posted by Reality Surf Check @ 9:11 AM
2 Comments:
Snowboarder punk VS Longboarder chump...
This is ancient history but a prime example of how Herbie Feltcher got totally ruined by DVS team manager Ricky Melnik right in Hebie's own warehouse.
It went like this: I asked Ricky to pick up a few boxes of AstroDeck for a Spanish distributor. He went into Astrodeck's headquarters and identified himself. A nice young chap said, Oh yea, it's right here. Come on back to the warehouse." A moment later, Herbie ran in and said, "Hey! Hey! You can't be back here. What are you doing back here?!"
Melnik, (a snowboarder at heart) who was just a kid at the time and had no idea who Fletcher was, tossed the boxes out at Herbie, stuck out two middle fingers, and screamed in total rage at him "FUCK YOU...AND FUCK OFF!!!"
Herbie did nothing an walked back to his office. I called Dibi Fletcher the next day and asked her if the order was picked up. She said the order was ready for me. I went there myself and no one said a thing.
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>>> texxie says:
... perhaps the wretced vanity and all-consuming pursuit of mass-hypnosis on the part of the surf-world-glitteratti , er : theWAVERATTI is the natural progression of the inter-relational dynamic of any sub-culture characterized by the regrettable but inevitable human group-think-realization of idolotry.
Your once-beloved , now-detested SIRFKULCHIR magazines are , as history provides , the OPIATE TO THE MASSES.
And the masses of SIRFKULCHIR kids will always , as has occurred in all primitive sub-cultures , dutifully , hypnotically , align themselves , eyes agaze , in proper placement and demeanor as to the strict dictates of idolotry:
idols to the fore , idolizers to the aft , and those of us born keen observers first , participators second , off to the side.
So , my friend , as the idols parade , as the idolizers idolize , and the clever merchants of the Opiate of Idolotry purvey to the assembled masses,
i suggest that the best seat in the house , this house of the silly-but-exahlted human experiment not of our doing , is the seat you take and I take , off to the side , where the beer is cold and within reach, the sun is just as shiny, and the love affairs we create among loving and beautiful women are characterized by ...
what else ? :
egomania and self-delusion.
Afterall , when you are the Founder , Chairman , President , CEO , COO , Investor Relations VP, and Fanclub Secretary of you very own ILOVEMYSELF , Incorporated , the aforementioied parade never disappoints -ever delights.
" LONG-live-THE-parade ! "
texxie
jonesing.for.zen@gmail.com
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