Quaint picture you paint. Emotional frat boy response but uncalled for and certainly lacking humor. Drew Barrymore was an alcoholic before becoming a teen, not really a good one to pick.
Did ya just call me a "frat boy?" Okay. You are a dumb fuck. Give memory retention a try. It works.
Chew on this for a second.
Calling something an emotional frat boy response is not calling you a frat boy. Someone with your literacy acumen should have ascertained that, however I doubt that I would have gotten a different reply if I had used infantile or any other phrase that would have pointed out the simplistic vulgar retort to a question about any progeny that you may or may not have. You know that Iām not a dumb fuck, just not as educated as yourself. You also know education isnāt necessarily an indicator of intelligence. Who cares how many books Drew Barrymore has read, for all I know she may have sprang to mind when you started freewheeling leg humping scenarios. You set the tone not I.
This is good. Gonna come back...
Best of luck with the redfish. Rare that I allow myself to become flustered or angered. I spent my career with the real danger of one of my departments costing the company $100K or more per hour in fines for shutting down a customers production. Couple of close calls but left with a perfect record. Ice water for blood.
Oh. Dude. We'll hit them tonight. One of the best things in my life is meeting, and fishing, with some of the old farts in town. It's a sport, they own. Remind you of something?
The water wasn't "clear," but it was calm. Not glass, per se', but pretty damn close. I went with cut mullet for bait, another friend went with menhaden. Both worked equally as well. Another friend was using pinfish. Didn't work that night. I was going to use some top water jigs...left the damn things on the kitchen table.
