Jamie O'Brien, jazz hands strumming heavy metal riffs at Keiki.
When Pipeline isn't breaking, people on the North Shore find alternative ways to severely hinder their chances at long, healthy lives.
If you dropped in over there and you pumped through the… No. Just no.
Trouble ahead, trouble behind.
Jamie pays an estimate on the upcoming tax season. Business savvy indeed.
Four-legged floaters are in. Adriano de Souza, are you listening?
Chivalry ain't dead, she lives under Jamie O'Brien's raft. Cheapest rent in town.
Wonder where Chivalry was on this one?
All that spray is from the turn he did on the end section. Trust us.
Jamie on a pseudo-wave as a pseudo-rattail carefully surveys. That's the thing about rattails — always so observant, so cued in.
This gentleman decided to be the lip for Halloween — which is certainly more creative than dressing up as Walter White.
After making the drop and rounding the bases, Jamie O'Brien fixes his eye on home plate.
Here comes the Pete Rose slide.
And he's safe! Except not really safe, at all.