Welcome to Surf School, Where Everyone is Raw AF and Nobody Slept in a Bed Last Night
There's only two types of surfers: braindead fuckheads, and guys who have checking accounts. Now, split up accordingly everyone.
There's only two types of surfers: braindead fuckheads, and guys who have checking accounts. Now, split up accordingly everyone.
Ladies, seriously? I did not anticipate that your skillsets would change because you did not want to be in a group with "that bitch."
Now you know, you can't just sweep your problems under the rug and hope I don't build them up into metaphors for my failures as a parent.
I thought long and hard about what kind of birthday message to send you. Then I waited for what seemed like decades to receive your reply.
What is it that makes your group so intractable, yet everybody wants to talk about you? Why is it so hard to figure out how old you people are?
Just because someone had a tough childhood doesn't mean they can't go on to hold a sign at a gas station and do a stellar job watching your kids. Right?
Will Marcus and Athena find a home to grow into, or will you spend the whole episode oscillating between rage, jealousy, and attraction to Athena?
The Super Bowl is on the horizon, or so you've been told, and it seems to have importance. Should you sit through this tradition?
The president needs a a speech you say into a phone, so the bad guy knows, by the end of the movie, he's going to bite it. Big time!
Have you ever lusted after Bernie Sanders' egalitarian utopia but then felt you were cheating on that copy of Reagan's "City Upon a Hill" speech?
It is with heavy heart that I, Robby Schwartz, wish to announce that I am no longer a punk rocker. I am now a skater; please accept my decision.
So you're interested in a career in ghost hunting, huh? You should know that the cameras will capture everything, so acting is important.