“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.
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?