This one time at beach, I sit there with ma y pa Bueno, watchig waves ov lava crashig on the shore, burning tourists to a crisp. Ma y Pa y Bueno laugh y laugh y laugh and we never figure out how those people found Los Marcostan in the first place. We ate funnel cake, rode bikes that we stole from littel kids, y Pa Bueno taught me how to pick up girls with money an tequila. It was good time with Ma y Pa. May they rast in piece. If they dead that is. Last time I saw them, they say “Bueno, wait rite here in frozen meat section of grocery store ok? We be riiiight back,” and then they run away real happy an jump in car, screech out of parkig lot - i hear their favrit Sepultura songs vary loud from car - and then a large crash, people in grocer store go “oh, shock! It a schoolbus! My god is so horrble!” and i stand there. I stand there for 15 year until I fall into tunnel Gigante was diggig. But that another story.

This story about the seagull that poop on mask that day at beach with Ma y Pa! Stupid seagull. It made that day horble, but almost ok watchig you fly close to ocean and cook youself to death. You may suck, but you still make nice bag. We can’t wait for the Melee, because we get some of you bags for giving out for top prices! Thax Seagull