Yup, it's true. With a little creativity, you can meet Charlie face to face, and rap about anything you want...including mat surfing! (OK, that last bit is satire, as is the logo on Charlie's hat...)
Here's the deal. Pound out 140 characters about an incident that made you really, really angry, and bring some humor to the equation. If you're selected, you and Charlie can hang, maybe pop a few brews, whatever.
Here's the link with the 411!
(I guess if you want to submit your answer in the comments section of this posting, you can. But that'll subject you to the wrath of the rest of the peanut gallery.)
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2 comments:
Well, right now, I'm pretty pissed off that Surfmatters has once again chosen to exploit me and my shortcomings for the entertainment of a few dozen dregs of the surfing society!
Charlie
After teaching my self to walk again,after the operation. Now I find out one lung is not working as it should,it foams,so I not only look like a keg,I act like one. My MD. who tries to lo lighten it up, Starts to sing an old Bo Diddley song about" walking pneumonia,and the" and I foamed him. Now get to learn how to breathe. It reminds me of hurricane surf, only its 24/7,and everyone around me is untroubled. Unrelenting terminal fun. Thanks for keeping me posted on Mr. Sheen. We can't make this stuff up. Guerdon
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