All for one and one for all!
When it was first reported that Emily Ratajkowski was becoming divorced from then-husband Sebastian Bear-McClard, San Diego area surfers became instantly and keenly interested in the drama. Ratajkowski, you see, hails from the quaint North County town of Encinitas, previously most famous for its subcontinental-inspired Self Realization Fellowship overlooking the aptly named “Swamis.”
The model/actor had been moved into the town as an infant and spent her youth going to various botanical gardens, likely eating tacos, trick-or-treating on Sandcastle Lane, sunning at Stone Steps, attending San Dieguito Academy High School before pursuing fame and fortune in New York.
She reached a certain level of fame, of course, pre and during marriage but her star absolutely exploded post. Initially rumored to be romantically involved with Brad Pitt, Encinitas locals, and especially local surfers, went rabid attempting to spot the couple at Kaito Sushi, Seaside Market, Leucadia Pizzeria (which is named after the neighboring hamlet but is actually in Encinitas). After those whispers were proven less than true, the selfsame locals imagined they could woo Ratajkowski themselves and return her to the home she no doubt loves. Alas, the world’s most desirable man Pete Davidson swooped in and now he and the Blurred Lines temptress have been pictured here, there, most recently courtside at a New York Knicks basketball game.
Initially saddened, the locals have rebounded and are now toasting their rising stock. Never before has an Encinitan or Leucadian or even Cardiff-by-the-Seacer been pictured sitting courtside at a New York Knicks basketball game, much less photographed. Never before has one of us captivated so grandviewly. And as is the way, here, one local’s success is every local’s success. Rob Machado’s 2000s Pipeline Masters as much mine as his.
How much higher can Ratajkowski fly? Pete Davidson is only a stepping stone, certainly, but who do locals want to see her with at the very end if not one of us?
The world’s greatest surfer Kelly Slater?
Sorry, he’s taken.
More as the story develops.
Man, this shit is turning into the National Enquirer. I don’t know anybody who gives a damn who Kelly Slater is banging. No wonder the wsl is so broke they had to fire half the competitors.
If Slater’s forever-an-cee ever pulls her teeth out of him, Chas is clearly first in line. He already threw down in like all of his previous articles (including this one–hard) and would probably be willing to mark him or kick your ass or something. The person able to pry Slater from his current relationship gets kuddos for breaking that woman’s spell cuz I don’t get it.
Anyway, so this article is about some kinda inexplicably sorta famous chick from a town where other people surf and she ate tacos? Is this what surf adjacent is? Stories about people who once lived in or visited places where surf happens?
Your only saving grace was that my newly awakened (pun) eyes read Sebastian Bear-McClard as Sebastian Beard Claw.
Otherwise 🤮🤮🤮 You get Mr. Yuck stickers for this random hxx hype.
As Hollister and surf-ish future Magnolia/Aviator Nation moms say, Pray for Surf.
Eddie Vedder also went to SDA…Also Leucadia is a community of Encinitas and not a different city. Also, Kaito is the best place for sushi.
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Clean your f’n room up Dane!
that’s the pool boy’s job!
How do you have this much storage under that guard tower? Protect that volleyball for me!!
my 2nd home is a favela on the hillside. its your serve!
The favela!!!
kid’s an electrician…we do R&D
done fuckin round cut & paste…public service announcement, caution contains sensitive material and may not be suitable above grade Environmental 101. click below.
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Don’t do it!
well, shit…pooped out anyway.
…breaking news…
I have a pet duck
It’s name is Chas
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The cat is sus on it
…end of breaking news…
I stand with duck.
quack~quack + ah quack!,
this is what Chassie write’z of, now~a~dayz…
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f**k.
Duck the system.
What’s your cats name?
If it’s not Derek, I quit.
you trained him to shit on your wife’s yoga mat ha ha!