10.31.2006

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.

4 Comments:

Blogger theogeo said...

Someone will. Take that huge pothead George Michael's advice and have a little faith. A-faith, a-faith, a-faith-uh!

11/01/2006 09:19:00 AM  
Blogger phallicpen said...

Is he a pothead? Huh. Good for him.

11/01/2006 01:45:00 PM  
Blogger nashgirl said...

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.

11/03/2006 09:20:00 AM  
Blogger T.V. Fritz said...

I thought George Michael was a meth addict.

11/05/2006 01:57:00 AM  

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