"Good To See Michael J Fox Getting Behind The Lens"
Much like Alex Jones, sometimes we make news. Why? Because well, we get paid for it. Plus, you crooked bastards need something alive to bloody between your jaws.
This week in Stab, we found our dog (sort of). Last week, the good boy delivered a selection of comments. But, I left work that Thursday evening (in California), started drinking and told the rest of our staffers (in Sydney) iHusky ran away, that he was pissing on a fire hydrant somewhere; this was not the case. His selection returns below.
So, here’s a week's worth of digging in the dirt. We decided to give all 12 Stab in the Dark boards away to someone who doesn’t need them. We contemplated surfing. We contemplated France. We contemplated Mason Ho. We applauded some Gudang do-goodery, we clapped our hands and said "680 surfboards!" MC defended the barrel dodger. We talked to a young Isreali pro (because that's a thing in 2017) on evading a military draft (also a thing in 2017). Our beautiful blonde haired, blue eye’d filmer got drunk with Mick Fanning and friends at Octoberfest and surfed a river in Munich, and, presumably, felt right at home. We talked about suicide. We ran a log jam at Malibu. We had Eddie Deja Vu. Crash Bandicoot made outlandish claims about leaving California. Ry Craike showed us around his hometown. And dear Leo Fioravanti melted hearts! That Leo is just so goddamn Gucci, man.
It’s all happen(ed)ing. Just then. Right over there.