Hill (left) and surf instructor making poetry last year.
Hill (left) and surf instructor making poetry last year.

World’s most romantic surfer Jonah Hill shames frigid boyfriends, husbands worldwide by making sweet love poetry to surf instructor girlfriend on Malibu’s sacred sand!

Lord Byron redux.

Is there anything better than young-ish California love toward the end of summer? Those who are familiar with the Golden State will certainly agree that this time of year holds much magic. The water is warmer, sunsets more colorful, vibe just right. Tourists, for the most part, have gone home and a real sense of freedom reigns.

Freedom to hold hands whilst riding Disneyland rollercoasters, freedom to write sweet notes and leave them on windshields, freedom to smooch on the beach with not a care in the world.

The problem is, too many California men are frigid, forgetting to buy flowers, chocolates, publicly display affection with the ones they love. The same can be said, I suppose, for men worldwide but leave it to the globe’s most romantic surfer, Jonah Hill, to shame all by taking his surf instructor girlfriend on a Malibu walk and smothering her in sweetness.

While wearing, it appears, Birdwell Beach Britches in valentine red.

Oh you must examine the snaps here but Hill is, yet again, setting the bar very high for our kind. And, please be honest, when was the last time you did anything charming for the man or woman of your life and was it really charming?

Like, better than a gift certificate to TGI Fridays or half off a Thai massage from down the street.

Take in mind the Wolf of Wall Street star is writing physical sonnets while bravely refusing to work due the mental stress of talking to others.

Jonah Hill.

Surfing’s Lord Byron.

“World’s most handsome” professional surfer, who is married to popular TV star, swept up in wild cheating drama with sexy single mom on Netflix hit, Selling the OC, “I pretty much cried every single scene…I was cringing, not gonna lie”

Of course, she who is without sin cast the first stone as it is quickly revealed every gal in the office has been offering their ovum to his supersonic spermatozoa.

Following the wild success of Selling Sunset, a real estate television show where women who are the product of surgical virtuosos schlep expensive houses in Los Angeles, Netflix has shifted its focus south to surfing’s own Orange County, where you might see Matt Biolos…and…Griffin Colapinto in the one day.

Selling the OC follows the travails of the Oppenheim Group as it sets up a realty outpost in Newport Beach, once home to the Californian HQs of Hurley, Billabong and Quiksilver, and still home to shredder Andrew Doheny and the avant-garde longboard specialist Alex Knost.

It is a very good show, at least for a lonely man of middle age like me, because I have a fascination for women with faces like cold piss who dress like hookers on their last dime and who are ready, at the slightest provocation, to tear the hair from the head of whomever they perceive as an enemy.

The star of the show is the former pro surfer Tyler Stanaland, thirty-three, handsome as can be, married to TV star Brittany Snow, the sort of creature adored by the homosexuals and also highly sought after by women.

And he is, by any measure, a surfer of great skill.


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The show peaks when vaguely sexy single mom Kayla Cardona has a couple of swings at luring the very married Stanaland into a possible fornication causing much ruckus in the office and proving the maxim that the only difference between harassment and flirtation is how hot you are.

To wit, Cardona isn’t perceived as a high-value female as compared to various former models etc.

“We’re all crazy. One thing leads to another and we all get very flirtatious with each other,” Cardona, who has a fifteen-year-old son, explained post-show in some sorta Netflix interview. “And me being a single woman for a very long time, I felt some sort of reciprocation from Tyler flirting back… I am not a home-wrecker and I am not a husband fucker.”

Fans of Stanaland’s famous wife, almost three million of ‘em on Instagram, called out her husband for giving the office girls the impression this particular bull was available.

Do you mind seeing your husband cuddle with women (doing the nosey) and have these same women sit on his lap?

You deserve better, he is not respecting you


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I kept double checking the whole time he was the one married bc he was not acting like it on that Netflix show ..SAD

He is embarrassing you on this Netflix show hun..


Of course, she who is without sin cast the first stone as it is quickly revealed everyone in the office has been offering their ovum to his supersonic spermatozoa.

Watch now.


Smith (pictured) looking like Logan.

World Surf League CEO Erik Logan credited by South African superstar Jordy Smith for inspiring bold new claim: “Jordy said, ‘I saw you do this when I was in the pit, so it did it! Hahaha!'”

Froth overload!

Be honest. How many times are you lovingly mimicked monthly? Or, mimicked may not be the right word. Affectionately parodied. No, no, not that either. Lampooned. Drat. Well, you know what I mean. How often do people do what you do because it is exceptionally suave and they want to walk like you, talk like you, learn to be someone like you too while also learning the secrets of man’s red flower?

I would imagine not often but, then again, none of us here is the CEO of the World Surf League Erik Logan.

The Oklahoma native was in Tahiti for the semi-recent Outerknown Pro where he was almost brought low due a life-threatening reef injury but before, or maybe after, he inspired a brand new claim from South African superstar Jordy Smith.

Per Logan’s Instagram:

Finding a way to marry your passion with your profession is something people often ask for and strive to achieve. It’s probably the #1 question I get all the time. In reality, I think you can make ANY profession your passion. It’s all how you choose to frame and channel your energy toward it. I’m so blessed to love this sport, our athletes, and our company and at times my passion overflows! (As evidenced by this video!).

Jordy sent this video to me at the end of the Teahupo’o competition, and you see me in my blue jacket and white hat. Jordy said, “I saw you do this when I was in the pit, so it did it! Hahaha”. Froth overload! Just being in the moment, completely present is one of the many ways you can wrap yourself up in the passion for your profession!

I married my passion (being caustic) with my profession (surf journalism) though remain un-impersonated.

Back to the new claim, though, who will roll out at Lower Trestles?


Artist rendition of proposed statue.
Artist rendition of proposed statue.

Quaint British seaside town falls into barbarous unrest as residents debate whether or not to erect statue of surfer: “No way is I paying my hard-earned fivers and tenners for a monument to some dodgy tosser skiving his life away!”

Slings of outrage!

Cornwall, England, home to Cornish cream tea and Cornish pasties, is not the sort of place one would imagine falling into barbarity. Its gentlemen are typically polite, doffing their caps to passing ladies who curtsy in response. Its young lads take nans by the hand, guiding them home from the corner market with baskets full of farm fresh eggs, curds and whey. Bobbies wish “good day” to toffs, toffs to chimney sweeps and everyone gets along wonderfully.

Quaint and lovely or, at least, it was quaint and lovely until a local charitable organizations offered to donate a 5-metre bronze statue of a surfer to the town in honor of the 60th anniversary of surfing arriving in sunny south-west Britain. The problem? The city council, currently in a financial spot of bother, would have to pay for installation and maintenance at roughly 20,000 lbs, initially, with 2,500 lbs more each and every year.

While many are excited about the monument, others are furious that hard-earned coin will be going to a symbol of time wasting.

Monique Collins, the manager of Disc, a drop-in and share centre in Newquay, told The Guardian, “For council tax to go on a statue when so many people are struggling to eat properly or pay their bills is ridiculous.”

Kate Larsen, a Green party councillor, added, “It doesn’t feel right when that money could be spent on people who are really struggling in a cost of living crisis. I’m absolutely for beautifying the town, but I would rather funds go to ensuring the lowest-paid town council employees and contractors earn a real living wage and that we support local charities helping people in this perfect storm of stressful housing challenges, energy cost rises, and inflation.”

The Keogh Foundation, founded by the Newquay surf pioneers Stuart and Cherry Keogh, argued, on the other hand, that the “iconic structure pays homage to the deep and meaningful heritage of the surf culture in Newquay.”

Fiery vitriol not seen since the Battle of Braddock Down.

But, if you lived in Cornwall, where would you fall vis-à-vis the statue?

What if they carved Kelly Slater’s face into the bronze mash (pictured above)?

More as the story develops.

Fast-food lovers in shock following explosive claim “the heavy association between Hawai’i and pineapples (ie. Hawai’ian pizza) is racist, exploitative paradise propaganda!”

“When you visit the Dole plantation here on O'ahu or buy a Dole pineapple, you're supporting the legacy of Hawai'i's colonizers.”

A popular activist on Twitter has set the fast-food world on its heels, as well as island tourists, by claiming the “heavy association between Hawai’i and pineapples (Hawaiian pizza) is racist, exploitative paradise propaganda!”

oni ku’ulei, a twenty-four-year-old “Black/Kānaka Maoli bisexual beauty”, pronouns she/her, laid out her explosive tract in a Twitter thread, her opening gambit generating a wild 34.5k likes, 7,866 retweets and 173 comments.

When you visit the Dole plantation here on O’ahu or buy a Dole pineapple, you’re supporting the legacy of Hawai’i’s colonizers. Just some fruit for thought…

Here’s your reminder that the heavy association between Hawai’i & pineapples (“Hawaiian” pizza, etc) is racist, exploitive paradise propaganda. Pineapples are used to sell the fantasy of a tropical Hawaiian utopia to tourists. Factually, pineapples are native to South America.

Sanford B. Dole advocated for the colonization, or “westernization” of Hawaiian land, ppl, culture, & gvmt. Successfully. He was the first “president” of Hawai’i in 1894, despite Hawai’i not being officially annexed (STOLEN) until 1898. The Doles ended up in Hawai’i after his…

… great grandfather set out for Hawai’i as a Christian missionary with the intent to obliterate Native Hawaiian culture, beliefs, rituals, etc. James Dole, Sanford’s brother, is responsible for the pineapple industry in Hawai’i (circa 1901). Business was good! Eventually…Dole needed to keep up with labor demands. The Native Hawaiian population was severely incapacitated due to the disease that colonizers brought to the islands, an issue that still affects Hawai’i to this day. So, Dole hired and transported plantation workers from…the Philippines, Japan, China, & Portugal. This is why many Hwns have mixtures of these ethnicities (like me — Black, Hwn, Chinese, Filipina). Why almost all settler families are from those places. It has a lot to do with why the stereotypical visual of a Hawaiian is Asiatic.

On Hawai’i being a paradise utopia — Hawai’i does not only exist in the vacation of your dreams. Hawai’i is a real place, w/ real people, and the indigenous population is struggling. Houselessness, drug addiction, poverty, food insecurity, no livable wage, & rent is high AF.

Here’s a fun fact, it’s no longer cost effective to grow Dole pineapples in Hawai’i. They now grow the majority of their stock in the Philippines and are able to profitably reap the benefits of the perfect Hawaiian fantasy/facade. Dole made $9.3b in 2021.

Of course, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t visit the Dole pineapple plantation while visiting Oahu, the train ride, the plantation garden tour, the chocolate-making demos as well as the three-acre pineapple maze a treat for young and old and all very well priced at thirteen dollars for adults and seven dollars for kids.