Fisherman's Blues

It's a wonderful day outside so I thought- "Hey, why don't I lug my laptop into the backyard and tan while I type." Not such a great idea.

A June bug jus* landed on my keyboard, on a specific le**er and I am *oo afraid of i* to do any*hing.....I *hink June bugs have a clock *ha* rings a* midnigh* during *he firs* of June, because *hey are *he mos* punc*ual bug in the world. May 31-No June Bugs...June 1s*, a million of *hem.

Ok, now its gone, I can finally use my "T" key again, instead of a star(*) in its stead.

Hold on, I have to run back inside my house.

(Picture a curly haired chap running like a girl back into his humble abode carrying a laptop and some iced green tea...gotta love those anti-oxidants.)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd I'm back.

I think that good fisherman and Internet skills are reciprocals. Let me explain.

I went fishing for the first time in my life the other day and caught a grand total of...

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Zero fishies.

So as soon as I got home I googled- how do I catch fish. I found some articles that used the lexicon of fisherman, which was Greek to me. So I tried to Youtube some fish vids and found the crappiest lot of self help vids of all time. Half of the vids were ads enticing me to by the actual videos and the others were filmed in 1985 and had the graininess of a Paris Hilton sex tape. Not good times.

Side Note: I love that sex tapes have improved so much. Paris Hilton's was terrible and gave me a slight case of vertigo, but Kim Kardashian's was professionally done and has me on the edge of my porn loving seat for the next famous person's sex tape. I am really rooting for Lindsay Lohan lesbian sex tape, unless it's with that female DJ chick she's jocking lately- puke.

I have come to the conclusion that good fisherman are not very computer savvy. There I said it.