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Funnel Cake

PostPosted: Sun May 05, 2013 2:23 am
by stinky
Kona barely breathing, calm and relaxed since the trading is done for now. The funnel cloud morphs into rain just south. For real? The tiny dry heavenly isle's pines captures some destined rain.

Paddle in hand, what would Kenny think, hell what would the boys think, WILBUR? Not sure what to think? No green flash, no shirt, no SPF too late for that. 24.3" of south traveling mana pushes the borrowed yellow banana north towards a fish pond. Shooting a gap between legendary piles of coral and rocks. Standing in a pair of old hotline cut off split toes while wrapping the tail like a paniolo. A place where it all began, two firsts? We ate the other funnel during Ka Hula Piko.

"Mahalo, Mahalo, Mahalo"