“Once upon a time there were three beautiful girls who went to the Police Academy, and they were each assigned very hazardous duties. But I took them away from all that and now they work for me. My name is Charlie.”
~Tuesday, Sept. 18th~
Charlie (via iPhone speaker): Good Morning, Angels.
Us (sing songy): Good Morning, Charlie!
Charlie: How are my trio of elite big wave riders—ready to unleash some sick surf moves?
Us: Sure are, Charlie!
Charlie: Good. I’m sending you on an undercover mission to renowned surf break, Pleasure Point, where you’ll infiltrate a ring of scumbag sea otters who are smuggling clam shells into the Point illegally. But here’s the thing, Angels. I need you to pretend that you are really, really crappy surfers. You know, just to throw the otters off your trail.
Us: We’ll try our best Charlie, but it’s going to be hard considering we’re such darn good surfers!
Charlie: Oh, and Angels?
Us: Yes, Charlie?
Charlie: Don’t decapitate the baby otters while you’re pretending to be super lame beginners!
Us: (giggling) We’ll try, Charlie.
Charlie: Perfect, Angels, you look like total kooks.
Charlie: Way to paddle like you don’t mean it, girls.
Charlie: I like the faux crashing into each other. Beautiful.
Charlie: Farrah, way to improvise & act like a sight-impaired/special needs surfer. No wonder you won an Emmy for “The Burning Bed.”
Us: Hands up, Otters. We got you!
Charlie: Great job, Angels. Another mission under your wetsuits.
Us: Thanks, Charlie!
Charlie: Ladies, look who showed up to serve you Mimosas in The Hook parking lot? BOSLEY!
Charlie: Oh, and ladies, let’s leave the readers with one last pic—Because really, what’s Charlie’s Angels without a gratuitous nipple shot?
8 thoughts on “Charlie’s Angels Surf Sesh”
What a nice tribute to Farrah!
I love it… enjoyed the post… seemed some were having trouble…
You go kimmie..
Kimmie, I hate to break it to you but the otters didn’t have their paws up, they were asleep. probably nodded off while waiting for one of you “angels” to stand up on your boards, poor little things. Bosley is the best! Photographer and bartender. I want to go next time and have a Bosley Mimosa. oxox
Chig, you can be the fourth angel. (You know like that Shelley Hack chick who never quite caught on with viewers!) Just kidding~we would die to have you join to join our ragtag pack o’ middle age-surf angels.
How fun! I wanna be the fifth angel!
Well done Kimmy. I wish I knew how to surf and was brave enough to get into the Pacific ocean.
What a fun day!