the faded color of the board bag flows into the foamy and otherwise non-descript and gentle beach break in such a passive way, the manufacturer lettering being rejected by the owner as he seemingly turns his back on the brand. It makes one want to review the value of self similarly as the unidentified in this shot slumps off into oblivion, forcefully dragging his anchor of life along his lonely path, carrying on his purposeless yet exhausting task. A wicked shot reallly oh, those beers were pretty tasty at the Beagle

seems like one too many brown pops, Kus

And yet, so few spelling mistakes!

awww, waxing poetic. that was quite beautiful actually. should I add the Beagle shot?

The mere ramblings of an OCD dominated Beagle patron with excessive Guinness consumption Nice to see you last night, JR Thx for the great company