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Once upon a flimsy gray rod there were no slimy worms allowed which made the sky pink with marmalade and fish sticks. Then someone farted. It smelled like a bait fisherman’s truck. A little old green '53 Chevy rots in the molten lava beds of Hawaii. the grateful dead played a variation of spanking the monkey while a fisherman with his binoculars spied on cheerleaders eating Corn Flakes. They were singing this crazy version of Terrapin Station while an orangutan cast his fly toward a fat lady and hooked her basket of sandwiches which he promptly threw at the tourists. As he was arrested his fly rod was snatched up by Fairwxflyfish to only have it turn into a baitcaster, fairwxflyfish fished not ever never with a flyrod. Instead he baitplunked all night long to no avail, flimsy gray rod ,plastic worms,spinners and live bait, where all he tried for catfish. His Fischer Dog ate the bait, good thing he only ate the dried yak blood. Naked, atroutbum stepped up the stream, singing loudly "TwinkleTwinklelilstar I wonder where the fishies are," while the fat ladies danced in spandex. Fairwxflyfish screamed when one split her spandex suit while climbing a tree to retrieve a dead person so she could chum.

smallieFanatic however, sprinted upstream to where the CHUPA was shedding some beautiful jellybeans. Smalliefanatic munched those little brown gumdrops like they tasted like the digested food of smallmouth bass. He cast upstream to a school of smallies but his line caught atroutbum's foot dancing through pudding and smoking daffodils with a hookah. I laughed out loud but then "THE" fish exploded under the fly; guts went everywhere because the fly was a bomb. The game warden clapped a hand on the shoulder of smallieFanatic who hands the warden an Orvis bamboo walker complete with the kung-fu grip and digital tuner. Brian was running to see what was making that funny smell. Day5 shrieked out something unintelligible at the sight of humans farther upstream and tried to hide.

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Once upon a flimsy gray rod there were no slimy worms allowed which made the sky pink with marmalade and fish sticks. Then someone farted. It smelled like a bait fisherman’s truck. A little old green '53 Chevy rots in the molten lava beds of Hawaii. the grateful dead played a variation of spanking the monkey while a fisherman with his binoculars spied on cheerleaders eating Corn Flakes. They were singing this crazy version of Terrapin Station while an orangutan cast his fly toward a fat lady and hooked her basket of sandwiches which he promptly threw at the tourists. As he was arrested his fly rod was snatched up by Fairwxflyfish to only have it turn into a baitcaster, fairwxflyfish fished not ever never with a flyrod. Instead he baitplunked all night long to no avail, flimsy gray rod ,plastic worms,spinners and live bait, where all he tried for catfish. His Fischer Dog ate the bait, good thing he only ate the dried yak blood. Naked, atroutbum stepped up the stream, singing loudly "TwinkleTwinklelilstar I wonder where the fishies are," while the fat ladies danced in spandex. Fairwxflyfish screamed when one split her spandex suit while climbing a tree to retrieve a dead person so she could chum.

smallieFanatic however, sprinted upstream to where the CHUPA was shedding some beautiful jellybeans. Smalliefanatic munched those little brown gumdrops like they tasted like the digested food of smallmouth bass. He cast upstream to a school of smallies but his line caught atroutbum's foot dancing through pudding and smoking daffodils with a hookah. I laughed out loud but then "THE" fish exploded under the fly; guts went everywhere because the fly was a bomb. The game warden clapped a hand on the shoulder of smallieFanatic who hands the warden an Orvis bamboo walker complete with the kung-fu grip and digital tuner. Brian was running to see what was making that funny smell. Day5 shrieked out something unintelligible at the sight of humans farther upstream and tried to hide the salmon eggs

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Once upon a flimsy gray rod there were no slimy worms allowed which made the sky pink with marmalade and fish sticks. Then someone farted. It smelled like a bait fisherman’s truck. A little old green '53 Chevy rots in the molten lava beds of Hawaii. the grateful dead played a variation of spanking the monkey while a fisherman with his binoculars spied on cheerleaders eating Corn Flakes. They were singing this crazy version of Terrapin Station while an orangutan cast his fly toward a fat lady and hooked her basket of sandwiches which he promptly threw at the tourists. As he was arrested his fly rod was snatched up by Fairwxflyfish to only have it turn into a baitcaster, fairwxflyfish fished not ever never with a flyrod. Instead he baitplunked all night long to no avail, flimsy gray rod ,plastic worms,spinners and live bait, where all he tried for catfish. His Fischer Dog ate the bait, good thing he only ate the dried yak blood. Naked, atroutbum stepped up the stream, singing loudly "TwinkleTwinklelilstar I wonder where the fishies are," while the fat ladies danced in spandex. Fairwxflyfish screamed when one split her spandex suit while climbing a tree to retrieve a dead person so she could chum.

smallieFanatic however, sprinted upstream to where the CHUPA was shedding some beautiful jellybeans. Smalliefanatic munched those little brown gumdrops like they tasted like the digested food of smallmouth bass. He cast upstream to a school of smallies but his line caught atroutbum's foot dancing through pudding and smoking daffodils with a hookah. I laughed out loud but then "THE" fish exploded under the fly; guts went everywhere because the fly was a bomb. The game warden clapped a hand on the shoulder of smallieFanatic who hands the warden an Orvis bamboo walker complete with the kung-fu grip and digital tuner. Brian was running to see what was making that funny smell. Day5 shrieked out something unintelligible at the sight of humans farther upstream and tried to hide the salmon eggs he was using. Day5’s bobber floated

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Once upon a flimsy gray rod there were no slimy worms allowed which made the sky pink with marmalade and fish sticks. Then someone farted. It smelled like a bait fisherman’s truck. A little old green '53 Chevy rots in the molten lava beds of Hawaii. the grateful dead played a variation of spanking the monkey while a fisherman with his binoculars spied on cheerleaders eating Corn Flakes. They were singing this crazy version of Terrapin Station while an orangutan cast his fly toward a fat lady and hooked her basket of sandwiches which he promptly threw at the tourists. As he was arrested his fly rod was snatched up by Fairwxflyfish to only have it turn into a baitcaster, fairwxflyfish fished not ever never with a flyrod. Instead he baitplunked all night long to no avail, flimsy gray rod ,plastic worms,spinners and live bait, where all he tried for catfish. His Fischer Dog ate the bait, good thing he only ate the dried yak blood. Naked, atroutbum stepped up the stream, singing loudly "TwinkleTwinklelilstar I wonder where the fishies are," while the fat ladies danced in spandex. Fairwxflyfish screamed when one split her spandex suit while climbing a tree to retrieve a dead person so she could chum.

smallieFanatic however, sprinted upstream to where the CHUPA was shedding some beautiful jellybeans. Smalliefanatic munched those little brown gumdrops like they tasted like the digested food of smallmouth bass. He cast upstream to a school of smallies but his line caught atroutbum's foot dancing through pudding and smoking daffodils with a hookah. I laughed out loud but then "THE" fish exploded under the fly; guts went everywhere because the fly was a bomb. The game warden clapped a hand on the shoulder of smallieFanatic who hands the warden an Orvis bamboo walker complete with the kung-fu grip and digital tuner. Brian was running to see what was making that funny smell. Day5 shrieked out something unintelligible at the sight of humans farther upstream and tried to hide the salmon eggs he was using. Day5’s bobber floated peacefully until suddenly

 

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