“9th generation tanty.”
If that's an abbreviated handle for a practitioner of tantric sex then guilty as charged. I make Sting look like a one-pump chump.
“what did I say last night? I'm trying to fit in...I want to be a part of this desperately...I'll bet…your heartbeat races before you log in.”
I'll admit it: it's deeply important to me to impress a bunch of headbobs like yourself who, when not having their cheeks dented, waste effort trying to cut the profile of caustic angling types.
fatman, I brainstormed on the best way to insult a chubby little dude with a penchant for banging sheep but nothing came to mind.
”Maybe "read" one letter of the instructions:”
Or maybe piss right off directly.
fallen 5134 wrote:
“It's heero, I just know it.”
Drop an “e” and you’re getting warmer.
‘Let me save the membership a bunch of trouble. Crispy Cracker, parsed: "Each of you is stupid and beneath me. I'm joining your group, and you'll adjust to my terms.”
Deciphering acronyms is a gift of mine. Does K.P. stand for Kinda Puss?
And now, as promised, a fishing report: weather was funky yesterday with variable winds and intermittent rain and clouds that made it very tough to sight fish. About half the 6-hour trip was spent throwing topwaters (yes, with single hooks) at big, beefy specks that shit-canned our offerings with delight. I'm not a big fan of trout (read: I'm not from Louisiana) but these 20-inch fish (some of them over 25-plus slobs) were fun to catch and let go. Then for a brief period the clouds parted and I poled my buddy and his little 6-weight up onto a secret little flat where he nabbed a 28" red on an ugly-ass bunny strip creation. A good day: it was purdy out and we caught some.
Cue the "Ha ha ha he said he poled his buddy" retorts. If nothing else this place is a wit repository.
How do you explain to yourself the casual manner in which you threw your life away? -- James Lee Burke