#point panic

15 seconds of one continuous selfie. Treat sarcasm like ketchup at a shitty steak dinner. Put that shit on everything. #torpedopeople #boyspushinotherboysforgosurfanddobettatingsindawata (at PRESS PLAY, POINT PANIC) This place, man, it's a bit of a joke. If you want to bodysurfing epic waves, in perfectly beautiful water, around a nice bunch of boys (ok maybe not that part), then you've found your paradise.In-n-outs are almost a guarantee here -- at least one. Imagine in-n-out barrels like this: There's this incredibly hot girl you want to bone down with, bump uglies, visit funkytown with. You see her all around town and you constantly try to talk to her -- she's not having it.See her at Wedge, talk to the hand. See her at Pipe, no dice. See her at her moms, helllllll no. But then, for some reason, when you go to Point Panic, she's all about getting freaky. Her clothes come flying off of her like the wheels came flying off the Clippers band wagon last night (see what I did there). You're in. That's in-n-out barrels at Panics.