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If you’ve ever seen a surf video, you’d think that the song in a surfer’s head is pretty much electric guitars, drum machines, and a lot of screaming from a raspy-voiced grungestar with greasy hair. I am here to tell you that’s a bunch of marketing hoo-ha.
Today as I floated off Linda Mar Beach in 52-degree water, with my feet slowly going numb, I sang to myself this ditty I learned when I was four:
How cold my toes, tiddley-pum
How cold my toes, tiddley-pum
How cold my toes are growi-ing
Are grow-ing
Tiddley-pum.
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