Any sexy little vamp-chica who's ready and willing to rock out with a surf bum when the big orange god goes down for the 12-hour count. Doesn't matter what you look like, I'm just totally stoked to mack it with a chick who can't die.
Hey all you hottie immortal vampire chicks. I'm a happy-go-lucky dude who's just not into the whole surfer Betty scene right now. I'm looking to gets me a little taste-aroo of what everyone's talking about. And since I don't really know where all yo' vampire late-night bars are, I'm gonna have to settle for the world-wide-webbage.
I'm a totally laid back, SoCal boy who's in the water more than he's on land. I totally dig the sunshine, but I'm totally chill with meetin' you fang-ladies at night.
I've always been a surfer, except for those nine months I did in my mom's stomach. Maybe one night we can set up some cars for some night swells and you can come along for a free lesson in the ole mare. Schweet!
So, hit me up chicas! I'm anxious to see what fangbangin' is all about and totally ready to bite off more than I can chew! I've lived it up all day in the sun. Now, I'm ready to kick it when rays hibernate! That's where you come in.
6-foot swells that last all day. Sandy sandwiches! Dominoes. Hip-hop and anything that jams. Go-carts. Pinball. And late night keggers!
Suntans, but pale's cool too, it's all the same when the lights go out! Kidding!
Internet. Long phone calls. Barnacles who don't belong on my waves. Taxes.