Well Bruce an YaYa up here visit fo a while an next ting you know da god dang septic tang full o shit, so today we say gotta go to Punta me Anus an get some mo resin so we repairs some surfing boards, we checks out dat pint break, Boca brack mountain an dat shit all blown out look like Rev. Al Sharpey's taclke box, so we head on in down town, (I tink dis blog gone be a while), well we makes it back to da Ghetto to meet dat truck gonna pump da shit outta tha tank, pura vida so far...get da pump all sets up, me is workin with dem, crank up dat shit pump an god al might, god damn sparks flyin up in my face, I shut dat door on da board room, ole boy done crank dat motor with a pull strang, put it down, when we rocks dat motor backwards so dat pump prime up, dat god dang string catch up in dat fly wheel, whip dat strang round his fanger, cut that mutha fucker right off at the knuckle...dat mofo look at me with half a fanger, 2 drops of blood come out, I laugh just a little bit an say hey bro, you fanger on da floor, he say oh shit man, grab up his hand, no mo blood. Every tang cool, I call 911 an it busy, call Red Cross Jaco and they say you gotta calls Parita, I points down to da fanger layin on da floor an it jus pointin back at me, call 911 still busy, call Red Cross Paritta an day say dat ambulance on other side of da bridge, I say, hey bras lets finish this job an I drive Guillermo to hospital, so we works fo little mo while and then I says shit man gotta drive G to emergency, so we jump in Scooby Doo Mystery Machine an hauls ass fo Parrita, got the god damn fanger in a zip lock bag with ice on the mofo, tha clinic does our paper work, say day aint got no ambulancias, so we haul ass an wait on da bridge fo 15 minutes, tell story bout John Wayne an Texax, bridge open up an we in Quepos in 30 min, drop his ass at hospital, pura vida, Guillermo you a cool mofo, he say no care for dat frozen finger, we gots it in da fridge...mo tomorrow...
