by .:Transferring:. » Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:44 am
Crowfur heaved himself up one branch and another, grumbling the whole time. "SOmeday, you'll be the death of me!" he muttered as he pulled himself up beside her. "I swear, you will!"
Surfer ChicaOut of the water, I am nothing.
Surfing is for life.
It's like the mafia, once you're in,
you're in.
It's all about where your mind's at.
When I surf, I tend to think the
world ain't such a bad place after all.