Cool things happen on Fantasy Island at 1:00 am. Tuesday night I told a mutual friend of ours that her polka-dot panties looked like one of Verlain's hats. She promply peeled them off and tossed them in the fire. Too funny.

Man, that story rocked! I had a super rough night last night, and that thing just brightened my day a lot.

Oh my gosh, that was funny.

Wow, just read the Emu story for a second time and was laughing my a$$ off even harder. Great story!

Looks like a change of name is in you future...

It might have taken another 20 minutes to get them off, otherwise. I'm all about efficiency.

Sol are you going back to Barcelona this weekend?

I guess I scared that chick off, as she won't return my email.

I don't know "where" I'm going tonight, but I'm meeting "her" in Edmonds at 7:00. If you guys are fishing at the Kidd's I'll give you a call.

We'll be there.
Heck tell us where you are meeting her and we'll skip the Cabin and hook up with you two. I'll bring my camera and vouch for your good character to her. Trust me it'll help ya out.

FO.

I'll give you the play by play over the phone. It will go one of two ways. "Dude, this chick is cool. We're headed over to her house." Or, "Dude, come and get me. This chick is a fuc%ing cun%."

Got it you are walking on the ferry.
I'll have my phone on at the beach. We start fishing at 6.

Did I miss an evening by the fire?

She had to ring them out, first, but they burned.

Richard what a story, funnier than shi% my assistant keeps asking me "what is your problem?" from the outbursts of laughter fom my office. I think she thinks I lost it...You cant make up stories that are funnier than that one....

Jebus dude
After reading that I would party with you even if you didn't fish,have a hot wife and live on south Whidbey.
btw will you be fishing Kings next week...Art

I'll be hitting kings in a north end river.

Very funny story, Addicted. I had a somewhat similar experience when I was about 10 years old and lassoed a calf. It dragged me thru the cowpies, nettles and blackberries for until I finally could let go of the rope. The damn thing got thru the fence and headed for 40 acres of woods and fields. It took my Grandpa several hours to finally catch the calf and get the rope off. It's the only time I can remember my Grandpa ever being pissed at me.

I also have a calf story, I hit one once when I was a kid on a YZ80 mototcycle. Trying to show off in front of all the relatives, oh I showed off alright, Hit the jump which was in a cow pasture, proceeded to hit a calf while in the air, crunched my cousins YZ80 which my dad and I had to fix with my lawn mowing money. I didn't get hurt, but it is funny when told by uncles and cousins at family events. Myself and two other cousins and one uncle have been the laughter for the relatives on many occasions. But, I have never been drug around by a calf though.