"Do I actually want one of these fucking things?"
Jack Lynch and the kind of edit liable to trigger an outburst of self-pity
A film about getting repeatedly rogered by the shorebreak whilst going "click"
Back in those days, it was more of a contest
The new world champ & friends at a tasty right-hander
Free surf radness somewhere in the Peniche vicinity
Close talkin friend's GF's, obese passive aggressive boogers, caucasians with dreads
The chat is mostly veg, the video is well worth a butcher's...
Sailing da islands, shredding WA. Cue aquaboner
