10 guys had packed themselves, bait boxes, 10 fishing poles (one for fishing one one for casting), the beer cooler, and enough beer for at least the morning session. The sun was bright, the sky was clear with a nice breeze, and there was fishing a plenty. This was real fishing.Between the beer, the jokes, and the great fishing, there akways comes that moment when someone has to pee, and like all men, convenience overtakes sensability. Guys, I really got to go, Joe said loud enough for everyone to hear. Oh no, we re not leaving this spot. Just pee over the railing, and don t miss. Joe, like most men didn t have to be asked twice and proceeding to begin taking care of business, when he noticed one of the neighbors on the shore line, watching him peeing, through they re binoculars. Joe waved and they gave him a big thumbs up. Later that evening, we received a call from our neighbor Carl, who told us that his 86 year old mom had noticed us out on the boat and was hoping that the guy peeing over the side was single or at least available for a little fun. I told him she was out of luck. I guess that wasn t a guy after all. was all Joe answered.
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