You want to know what the the best thing about winter fishing* is? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. * I use the term liberally here, as no fish were caught at the time of this photo, or thereafter.
BROWNHAWK DOWN? Doooode wait up! I like your style. HEY! you wanna be Facebook Friends? You know... or maybe we could Tweet each other, if you're into that!
AHHHHHHHH Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee Ahhhhhhhh! Sssth! Valhalla, I AM COMING… after the dude in the hall stops arguing with his wife on the phone… and I make a cover sheet for this TPS report… and I pick up the kid from daycare… to be honest, Valhalla, we may have to reschedule.
This soup smells great and all, but it ain’t gonna get you the ladies. That there's The Iron Gigolo, Jethro. Now you don't go fallin in love with it ‘cuz I’m takin’ it to town tonight! It's a good looking vehicle, ain't it?
Lodding. The LOADE. Schlopee. JAMMER! No more "It's getting hot in here!" No more piss in the bottle. No more cell phone belt. No more going to get some CDs. No more poop on the tires.