Well bloody hell. How in God’s name did CJ Hobgood, surfing in his last ever Tahiti Pro, make it out of this one? Two angels sent from heaven with a fluffy marsh mallow pillow, he told Rosy Hodge in his post-heat interview. We’re almost converted, unable to think of any other explanation, and unable remember the last time we wrote a surfer off so completely only to see him emerge from the tube triumphant.
A wee teaser to tickle the taste buds -- or offend them to the point of nausea, depending on your disposition
Nate Florence and Koa Rothman show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes
Expertly skewered love-tunnels interspersed with belting turns and snippets of bareback action at a lovely and spankable right
Rogue SUP missile misses young Jack's head by a bee's dick
The first European to win a world tour event since... erm... Jéremy Flores. The same one, perchance?
