...rookrak is in the river...reaching to get into your boat...you have room for him or your bologna sandwhich ( boat cannot handle both )...you express the dilemma to him as he gasps for air...he promises to go to the deli to get you a new sandwhich if you will just
let him in the boat...you know he parked at the boat landing with a
handicap sticker and he is not handicapped...can you trust him...can
he trust himself...do you eat the bologna sandwhich while he screams
for help and figure that that gives him room in the boat...what to do ?
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Originally posted by reinfeldWould he have made better fish bait than the sandwich? You were fishing right? If so you could have pointed to the fish hook and have him attach it to his lip where you could fire up the boat and drag him to shore. While saving your sandwich.
..gurgle...he is gone...all gone...just saw his pinky waving goodbye
as he went down...bye...
Originally posted by reinfeldThat must be one huge bologna sandwich, if getting rid of it would make room for me in the boat.
...rookrak is in the river...reaching to get into your boat...you have room for him or your bologna sandwhich ( boat cannot handle both )...you express the dilemma to him as he gasps for air...he promises to go to the deli to get you a new sandwhich if you will just
let him in the boat...you know he parked at the boat landing with a
handicap sticker and ...[text shortened]... dwhich while he screams
for help and figure that that gives him room in the boat...what to do ?
Otherwise, a fair philosophical question.
Originally posted by cashthetrashWhen I was a kid fishing with my dad, one day we ran out of worms, and used strips of bologna from our lunches for bait. Fish don't can't - it wiggled, they bit it.
Would he have made better fish bait than the sandwich? You were fishing right? If so you could have pointed to the fish hook and have him attach it to his lip where you could fire up the boat and drag him to shore. While saving your sandwich.