Monday, November 22, 2010

The Hemingway of dipshittery

"When we arrived at the house on the island, I was horrified to see that the entire place was tricked out with blindingly white carpet. It was the brightest white I’d ever seen, and I had visions of myself tromping in there like a big ol’ hick, with railroad grease all over my shoes, or something. Right away I was nervous. It was like a blank sheet of paper, and I was the Hemingway of dipshittery."
(Oct. 19, 2010, Surf Report)

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