What an obscene weekend. Gross self-disclosures between father and son were truncated by the presence of women-folk on the father/son fishing extravaganza. No complaints, as the company was typically jovial. The only issues arising the exchange were your basic blue son/red familial concerns. Topics included: immigration, gay marriage and the media. I mocked their use of the phrase "liberal media," and countered assertions that Tim Robbins should shut his mouth with two words: Charlton Heston. My argument skills are becoming unassailable in these realms.
I caught two salmon. One being the largest of the batch. Phillipe and I have designs on one whole fish tomorrow evening. They didn't give up much of a fight; the deck really isn't in a fishes favor. Father and son bonded over the exchange, so I suppose not all was lost.
I caught two salmon. One being the largest of the batch. Phillipe and I have designs on one whole fish tomorrow evening. They didn't give up much of a fight; the deck really isn't in a fishes favor. Father and son bonded over the exchange, so I suppose not all was lost.
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friedbanana:
Oh! I thought you hate me! *sobs*
friedbanana:
Understandable. I sliced too many probably. Sorry.