So the other day I decided I wanted to go fishing. I set it up about a week ahead of time. The day I plan to go, my Dad tells me that there was no way I was going. Good thing my mom picked me up. So DangerMouse and I drive to the local creak.
At this creak there is a bridge running across it. Danger and I are having no luck and its raining to boot. I decide that there may be some fish under this bridge so I cast a little lure under it. It hits the side of the bridge and I think nothing of it. After reeling it in I see that the d*** lure has shattered. I figure thats what I get for buying some Chinese peice of c***. So I take my time (in the rain mind you) to tie on a new lure to cast under the bridge. Repeat the above story. Danger and I had no luck, caught nothing, broke two lures, and now I feellike roadkill. Ahhh, the joys of fishing.
