It wasn’t music, it was shit…Lewis wasn't in the mood to sing either. Nor were Ken and his buddy.
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It wasn’t music, it was shit…Lewis wasn't in the mood to sing either. Nor were Ken and his buddy.
I hope this was at least 50 miles from the nearest Les Schwab.Okay, in retrospect, I'm not proud of this, but here goes: I started fishing one day on a local stream. Five minutes after I started, two guys with spinning outfits parked next to my car, walked 15 feet upstream of me, and started casting. I yelled at them and of course they yelled back that it isn't my stream, they can do whatever the F they want. I shrugged and waited until they continued upstream around the bend. I went back to my car, dug my tire core remover from the glove box, relieved the guy's truck of all four tire filler cores, and drove home.
Like I said, I am not proud of it. So no, you didn't get it.So two wrongs do make a right.
Got it!
Closer to 2,000 miles.I hope this was at least 50 miles from the nearest Les Schwab.
This is some kind of taxicab confession or something. Very interesting! I thought this kind of behavior was limited to steelhead shenanigans. I was wrong.Okay, in retrospect, I'm not proud of this, but here goes: I started fishing one day on a local stream. Five minutes after I started, two guys with spinning outfits parked next to my car, walked 15 feet upstream of me, and started casting. I yelled at them and of course they yelled back that it isn't my stream, they can do whatever the F they want. I shrugged and waited until they continued upstream around the bend. I went back to my car, dug my tire core remover from the glove box, relieved the guy's truck of all four tire filler cores, and drove home.
yea, you should be feeling the opposite of proudOkay, in retrospect, I'm not proud of this, but here goes: I started fishing one day on a local stream. Five minutes after I started, two guys with spinning outfits parked next to my car, walked 15 feet upstream of me, and started casting. I yelled at them and of course they yelled back that it isn't my stream, they can do whatever the F they want. I shrugged and waited until they continued upstream around the bend. I went back to my car, dug my tire core remover from the glove box, relieved the guy's truck of all four tire filler cores, and drove home.
Thread could still use some help. You're forgiven.Okay, in retrospect, I'm not proud of this, but here goes: I started fishing one day on a local stream. Five minutes after I started, two guys with spinning outfits parked next to my car, walked 15 feet upstream of me, and started casting. I yelled at them and of course they yelled back that it isn't my stream, they can do whatever the F they want. I shrugged and waited until they continued upstream around the bend. I went back to my car, dug my tire core remover from the glove box, relieved the guy's truck of all four tire filler cores, and drove home.
This one time in Soap Lake...."The PNWFF Confessional"
As a thread it has potential.