Walking twelve miles in the snow
I'm not looking for a job. I'm looking for eight jobs.
I've got a spreader bar out there, that's for sure. For those who don't live in fishing-obsessed communities, a spreader bar is a doohicky that holds several lures submerged in the water. A body is more likely to get a bite that way.
I'll be so sad if nobody bites me.
I've got a spreader bar out there, that's for sure. For those who don't live in fishing-obsessed communities, a spreader bar is a doohicky that holds several lures submerged in the water. A body is more likely to get a bite that way.
I'll be so sad if nobody bites me.


4 Comments:
Someone will. Take that huge pothead George Michael's advice and have a little faith. A-faith, a-faith, a-faith-uh!
Is he a pothead? Huh. Good for him.
I just want to say how impressed I am of your acquired knowledge of all things marine. I guess living near the ocean will do that to a gal.
I thought George Michael was a meth addict.
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