Friday, September 30, 2005
Jamison, where is thy sting...
I was rolling through one of those "Amazing photos" collections and came across these and wondered where my old Pal Jamison might fit into the scene.
Brother you've got to get out there and fish some more. That little pond you mentioned where all the first hang out in the middle because it's so popular, get a boat because these dudes are waiting on you.
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By the way, none of these "mutant" bass were caught in Oak Ridge.
ive seen those pics... old school "send this email to everyone you know" pics...
i hate catfish and would want to catch one the size of my pinky anyway... but they do taste good... just sort of 'nasty' fish to me.
I go to church with a guy who reeled in a 50 pound carp, which is grosser than a catfish... but he said ti was fun
I guess everyone has their preferences for what they want to catch I would be happy just to catch something.
Didn't you catch syphillis once, Mullins?
Man he caught it, bedded it and nursed it back to health.
Brew you're pretty funny for being a bastard.
yeah Syphillis was really cute, I got it right from the bush, which is alwasy better than nursing it second hand. ON second thought I should have stuck to nursing myself, it's always cheaper and I always know where I've been.
Bastard insults will get you nowhere. Well actually they lead to jokes about my mothers sexuality which is only funny in Asia Minor
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