Driving down the highway the other day, early in the morning, I had my surfboards strapped to my surfmobile, looking for surf on what was promising to be a totally fat totally flat day. Passing me was some guys with shiz-eating grins, with a pink and blue softboard on their roof. The passenger sent me a shaka. Ok, fine. Kooky, yes, and it was a bit awkward as I…errr…waved at them. I just felt a bit weird sending them shakas back. But then, I ended up having a fantastic session - I mean - awesome where I just felt great. And so, on my way back, probably because I was totally surfed out, hadn’t eaten breakfast, had a coffee, I was sending everyone - everyone - shakas. Dude on the bike with his stick? Shaka. Old guy headed to the break? Shaka. Is that inapporpriate? Somedays I feel weird - by shaka-ing people. I’m not, afterall, Hawaiian, and I am, afterall, Mr. Kook. What do you think? Stop now?
As always, don’t drop in.
// Mr. Kook
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It’s not very nice or funny to make fun of heavy people at all. People having feelings you know!
chee-hoo braddah, no haole want pound eh?
no give no shaka to brown body, me thinks u no have one problem bra
Everyone deserves a shaka. Don’t hold back.