Fishen....

Bunkers Blog - ok you city poodle pumpers - I am laying it down so you best be picking it up... MacAdam is the place to be. Tru-dat.  The bass are biting and so am I.   I pity the fool who gets between me and the bass master trophy.  Smelly will be a no show.  Shower Boy will never get out of the little sailors room.  THe bean counter will be frett'en and twitchen at the tower of power we know as the prairie chicken.  Little man will be looken for shore and busten a bladder.  Chris will be building a Colton sandwich for Jimmy.  Gup will be all beard and no beer.  Beer will fish with cheese.  Gus will fish for cheese and drink rum.  The blender boyzill rule as usual and I will be sail'en some sweet bass master bling up and down the five fingers.  Three kinds of eggs, shEEEEt - who he kidden.  You be tripp'en if you think you gonna out cast the bast-masta. I be com'en up and you be fall'en down - be-atch.