Unrequited love; a dead puppy dog; a lost balloon, out of helium, and drifting on the waves; the republican party.
These are some of the things that make us here at The Sewer Pipe sad. To that list you can add the waves we had this weekend. In an age of doppler radar and weather satellites circling the globe, you'd think NOAA wouldn't be able to get our hopes up anymore, just to smash them against the rocks at Edgewater like Stevie Wonder's broken dreams of joining the pro surfing tour.
But this is Cleveland. We should be used to that by now. So buck-up, enjoy what you had, and remind yourself, there's always going to be a next time.
"Holy popcorn, Batman! The string monkeys are laying eggs now!"
"Holy popcorn, Batman! The string monkeys are laying eggs now!"
ReplyDeleteThat is pure gold, Jerry!
Cleveland is where it is at!!
ReplyDeleteThere's never any contests and the wind is always onshore. Rad!
Courtney and I are moving there just as soon as I am done with my beer.
Dane
Okay, if you say so, boss.
ReplyDeleteBut you can leave the short board back in Ventura. You won't need it here.
Why can't I be Stevie ray vohn? My only handicap now is my left ankle which does not dorsal flex up anymore courtacy of the crystal clinic. morons
ReplyDeleteBecause calling you Stevie Wonder is funny. Calling you Stevie Ray Vaughn would not be.
ReplyDeleteKeep it up and we'll start calling you Steve Urkel.