Deep down I couldn’t shake the feeling that with all its soiled nooks and crannies the Internet was somehow connected to the spread of plague …
You going to click the button?
It’s not the wading boots, Meathead, it’s the spread of broadband and the cell phone you can no longer do without that’s despoiling our watersheds …
Intent on looking up the correct spelling of “Paraleptophlebia” and that big “Download Now” button throbs fetchingly, and you get sucked in like a Carp for an Spicy Peanut boilie.
Naked women with big boxes of free flies simply don’t exist, even if the Internet claims otherwise …
You’re kidding, I know it! They have to be out there somewhere! The marketing dudes know that babes in the bushes with big boxes of flys will distract any male male enough to fly fish in to casting his thingamabobber into the treetops.
Ya got me to click the button.
I reserve the right to not click! And stay away from the Babe in the Bush, remember what happened to Adam?
They don’t exist?
Did you kill Santa Claus too?
Who loves ya baby?