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Originally Posted by Back Beach
The pain continues. Since the above mentioned incident occurred, I've fished four nights for nil. The last two not even a bump. Last night my cell phone went for a plop in the canal as I leaned over to grab an eel......... Someone is sending me a message.  |
That someone would be Tonk-lee, the mighty god of serpents. Surely your wanton slaughter of his children has angered him greatly. Best that you make amends before he declares you an enemy of all the slimey creatures who slither through the world on their bellies and you are cursed by a plague of telemarketers selling legal advice to neglected spouses. Wash thyself, probably twice in your case, then put on pretty perfumes and delicate shirts (with little polo players on them is best). Make sacrifice, hire a babysitter (though a dog cage will do in a pinch), and pay pennance wasting money on food, drink, and laughter that would have bought a dammn nice reel. Thereafter, foreswear your ways, buy wooden idols, and toss them in the bright sunny water endlessly, until a small fish with forked tail and yellow eyes takes them from you......and you will be forgiven. Now go and repent, lest misery be yours. Amen