uh huh...well I certainly got a different impression of life on the priaire from who has seen the wind :P
There must a club or something of boys that take this kind of road trips. We use to get them coming into my home town occassionly, come from the other side of the mountain...down into our valley...looking for a good time...we were always happy to oblige. Like I remember a couple in particular from cumberland. Now it did not take long to figure out that their business was the monkey kind....so with a little encouragement (not much) they got themselves gooned...now we happen to be at sproat lake, its a very large lake...and ehm..there is very small island on it.....if you
can swim....well ehm...you can get back to shore. Well it did not take much to convince the troupe that drinking beer on this island in a lake would be lots of fun...yes it was fishing for bullheads...a tad to easy..but hey they were from cumberland.... Long story short well them boys jumped out the boat...looking for a nice bed or grass or a ditch perhaps...I think they figured it out when the motor started up and we waved
Hey try parksville next time :P
*peapod I think we should have dumped them on a logging road*
ehm..well grasshopper there are critters out there, after all their only crime was they lousy tackle*
*other grasshoppers join in with suggestions*
*peapod claps hands loudly twice...
*grasshoppers, grasshoppers* our satisfaction comes from playing raven trickery on the raven himself, you see the ravens was so full of themselves, they did not realize the prized gems were just a opitical illusion. We can surmize that they our out of town vistors were compulsive fornicators, (sounds bad eh) come to take us for the proverbial ride.
* true peapod...a lesson with a wee bit of compassion*
grasshoppers please turn to page 13 of our book of fish...I think this describes our out of town vistors to a T.
*all grasshoppers reach into back pockets and pull out their book of fish...just flipping no clicking :P
"A slim young pike, with smart fins,
and grey-stripped suit, a young cub of a pike
Slouching along away below, half out of sight,
like a lout on an obscure pavement....
*all grasshoppers agree a fitting description*
Our work is done grasshoppers let go into town and eat chinese....
*heavy sighs...chinese again???*
Well we only have chinese restaurants open at this time of night.
*chinese it is than*
exactly grasshopper soon you will be walking on rice paper like peapod....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Creedance...crank it up......there's a bad moon on the rise
peapod I would prefer you call me brother shamus..like a irish monk...its dude like*
No life my honest scholar, no life is so happy and so pleasureable as the life of a well governed angler
for when the lawyer is swallowed up with business, the statesman is preventing or contriving plots, than
we sit on cowsips banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietnes as these silent silver
steams, which glide so quietly by us..
*did you make that up peapod*
No brother shamus, Izaak Walton said it in the compleat angler 1676
*I see peapod...but the same applies today...nes pas??*
oui oui...grasshopper...ehm..I mean brother shamus :P