Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Chapter 2: Hey You Rug Rats! Whar's My Dinner?

A couple of weeks later, after I recovered from the night of re-enacting my early 20's, we found us a good ol' fashioned east Texas fishin' camp! Lots of trees, campfires, flip-flops, free range animals, and competition over the best spot to haul in a big ol gape mouth stinkin' fish.

Bumpus spent all his time stringing big fat nightcrawlers onto the hooks. Mama and her parole officer even came over to visit!

2 comments:

yo mama said...

Yo Mama almost made the scene but
you done cut her off, some sorta
thing about Mama and her parole
officer .... what was the comment I
missed? Yo Mama is IN THE DARK, home alone, having a woonerfull day
playing with photos on the computer.

Fatty said...

I was worried that if I posted your picture, somebody at the post office might recognize you from the pesky FBI posters.

If you'd pay the light bill, then you wouldn't have to sit in the dark!