Whatever

Animals can be assholes too. They really can.
Try googling "animal assholes" sometime.

 

You look good in this pic!

 

Scofflaws.

 

Good point... my bad

 

I clean up nice, but then people think I am responsible and ask me to do stuff for them. The other way, no one expects anything and nobody asks for shit. I have been out twice, once at the park with my son and another out to dinner with my wife and son. Both occasions people have given me money because I looked like I needed it more than they did.

 

Photoshop. Trust me.

 

Dont you have a open beer somewhere that needs drinking?

 

Off to bed fellas, you all have fun.

 

Wow... you clean up pretty nicely there Jay.

 

A bit of a priss? He’s a fucking princess from what I’ve observed so far.

 

I'm gonna see if I can find a movie to put me to sleep. Night all

 

Love this movie. It may not be PC by modern standards, but otherwise it still holds up well.

Fuckin' fuck yeah. Same here.

He taught us so much.

You run...twice? Like, per year?

Get one more dog.

Or:

That's what makes this great. Goes from



to



in an instant.

I'll be spending more time this summer exploring your state. So much history there.

I like the one on the right, but only the one on the left has a big enough mouth.

Your daughter is 30?

*does math*

That makes you what, 125?




Ok. Time to get the party started.

 

@StayinStock @Gritto @FishnTx and all others interested..... here is the story I promised from earlier. Gonna be a little bit of a read.

We were headed to Dixon lake down in San Diego area. It was my brother, myself and my son. Live quite always from this place to for a one day trip, but it was/is a good lake to fish at.
The lake opens at 6 am, but the line usually starts between 2am and 4am to get in. After leaving my place at some ungodly hour, I go and pick up my brother and we arrive somewhere around 5am. Get in line and we are not to far back, maybe 20 cars/trucks in line.
We enter and pay the 5 dollar parking fee and head for the ranger station to get our permits to fish. A California fishing license is not required to fish here or any state license. You pay 7 dollars for the first pole and if you want to fish with 2 poles its 9 bucks.
This lake is know for it trophy size bass, trout, catfish. The trout and catfish are planted, the bass get run of the lake though, allowed to breed freely as its catch and release on those only.
We got our permits and decided we would try trout cove as we hadn't tried that little section of the lake yet. We had fished on the other side a short distance away from trout cove in Jack's creek. It's a bit of a walk/hike down to the lake from the parking lot, down a windy, rocky, loose dirt trail.
I get us all down there and set up. There are about 3 spots total on this particular section of bank, maybe 5 if you really want to squeeze. Then you all better know wtf you are doing as well. We don't like most that come down (rookie fuckers that cast over lines and just reel back dragging all your shit and getting tangled when it could have been avoided in the first place). So we spread out little to make it inconvenient to set up next to us or in the middle. We have 4 rods total in the water. My brother is to my left of me and my brother get hit by a nice 2 pound trout within the first half hour. About another hour goes by and I get a nice 3lb trout. About then my brother gets another 2lb and just as he is removing the hook, his other pole bends in half in the pole holder. I take care of the other fish while he reels in the new guy. It was a nice 3lbs.
He gets his stuff all back tied and baited, throws back out in the same spots he just retrieved 2 fish from. I take the time to reel in and do some adjustments, change power bait color/scent. I throw one back out in the spot I have claimed, set it i the holder and reel the next one in to do the same.
I decide at that time to move this poles location to just the other side of my brothers 2 lines. I throw out and set it down to go get the pole holder. Come back and try to put it in the ground. I tried and i tried and i tried, that thing wasn't going into the rocks and no soft stuff anywhere. I give up on the pole holder idea and figure laying down behind my brothers 2 pole holders would be good. Standing there shooting the shit with my brother, looking at all the othe people on the lake and watching the bass boil chasing the shad (bait fish for those unaware, not the guy in idaho).
About 20 minutes had gone by and I hear a wired sound to my left. I look over and one of my brothers poles is bending, but in a weird way. It like is falling over, not bending in half like a fish on. Like the pole was made of iron. I yell at my brother, hey your pole..... we both get up and head that way. I grab the net and about half to my brother and the pole, my pole slides up his leaning pole. It launches off the top of my brothers pole, does a 90 degree turn in the air and sails into the lake about 3.5 4 feet from shoreline. Before it hit the water I was already running to it so was my brother. I am now balls deep in this lake and taking a wild grab straight down into the depths of which I cant see squat. I got lucky and just happened to grab the ass end of the rod and yanked it out of the lake with fish on. I back myself out of the lake and land the fish after about 15 minute or so fight.
I had just purchased the set of boots I was wearing. They were water logged and not fun to be in. I had to go up to the truck and get my pool boots just to have dry shoes for the rest of the day. After they dried out, they completely fell apart only lasted maybe 4 months after taking the drowning they did that day.

 

Damn... you pretty much summed it all up in one post!

 

A game for TW

$17 Drunk Stoned or Stupid [A Party Game]

https://www.amazon.com/DRUNK-STONED...a-493720295015&psc=1&ref=&adgrpid=63584368058

 

Daughter in-law is 30... My 2 sons are 32 and 30 which makes me 60 in June.

 

Context. Agreed probably could have been shorter

 

Lol, it felt like one. I use a light weight jig rod 7'2" for all my fishing.