Dancers & fishing
grand1511
Euphoria
After being a strip club monger now for more than 20 years, something happened last night in the club twice that's never happened to me ever before. Two different dancers told me about their fishing exploits. The first told me about how she spends time in the summer taking her son fishing with a side story about how a boat-full of dudes kept checking on her one day when she was wearing a tank top and short shorts. Not 20 minutes later, another dancer gave me the full story on how earlier that evening she pulled in a linker bass and how much time she spends fishing. Who would have guessed dancers could be such avid anglers? Processing all this on the way home, it dawned on me what the hidden reason might be for that fishy smell of DATY.
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but yeah, fishing is great. it's basically free, unless you're counting the cost of a rod and worms and license. it's a great way to get out of the house. it's also relaxing.
One dancer I was talking to talked about fishing in a cave.
Last night she was talking about borrowing a chain saw to cut down a tree.
Of course dancers are into fishing.
They are experts in trouser trout. :)
Brilliant!
That would be a fundamentally different thread! ;)
The Bait
BY JOHN DONNE
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.
If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light having thee.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.
Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait:
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.