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Thursday, May 27, 2004

My trip to the surf shop. 

So I'm walking through this clothing shop, one of those really big shops with cool surf culture clothes - you can tell because they're all torn (do they really pay someone to rip all the clothes right after they've paid someone else to sew them together?) - and really loud music. Like REALLY loud music.

So I'm walking in and this girl shop assistant - she must have been nineteen - walks up to me and asks if she can be of assistance.

And the REALLY loud music suddenly goes: 'HEY ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS .... (something something something) ...'

The sales assistant girl like doesn't even notice. 'Can I help you?' she says sweetly.

'HEY ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS .... '

'These are on sale right now!' she says sweetly pointing to the torn shirts and zipper seats that look like they're inside out because the seams are sewn to the outside.

'HEY ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ....

So I check out the shirts and the torn tops and the retro sneakers and the board shorts and I find a cute hat for my niece's birthday and the girl wraps it up for me.

What happened to the Beach Boys?





is it time for a nap yet? i think so

Comments:
We need your feed back on our new project. It's called PersonalCloset.com.

The site works on the premise nearly everyone has something in their closets they don't wear anymore - sell it all here and keep 100% of your profit.

Let us know what you think. Thanks
 
I read about this site last month in a fashion mag - very cool - KEEP IT FREE - you guys will do fine
 
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