Made a phone call to someone who's been begging to go fishing, he's a cool enough guy so why not...

Me-"hey man Im gonna go fishing in the morning if you wanna go, gonna hit some spots that were holding reds and sheepshead pretty good this time last year"

vagina man- "aww man I would but I just picked up my tackle and fishing gear from being stored at so and so and my rods have walked off"

me-"man that sucks, so you wanna go fishing?"

vagina man-"well I dont have a fishing pole"

me- "me and Josh got plenty so no big deal. I keep several rods on the boat all the time"

vagina man-" well I dont have have a saltwater license wont i need a saltwater one?"

me-"yes, get it online"

vagina man-"well I guess i could but i have to go to my gf's bridal shower tomorrow"


me-"wow, those are for chicks, but ok, if you want you can meet me at the launch, I can drop you back off anytime if you need to leave"


vagina man-"yeah I guess, let me talk to her and ill call you later this evening"



Still havent heard back from him.

Steelman... wild azz guess

He gone

Is is probably busy decorating for the shower.

He's got a date with Sippy.

he's trying to decide what he should wear to the shower

...or what finger foods he's making for it.

That's sad...

I'd get a divorce before I went to a shower of any kind. Any grown man with half a set has no business at a dang shower. I bet he's getting ready to come out of the closet TC.

The only way I would go to a shower with a bunch of wimmens is there would have to be some sort of sexual activity that actually included getting wet. Then maybe over fishin I would go.

I wouldn't go if I was promised an orgy with 20 of the hottest women on earth.

Yeah I'm afraid our next conversation will be


Vagina man=well we broke of the wedding

me=I'm sorry what happened bud?

vagina man=well it was kind of a problem for her that I'm a knob jockey.

For some reason while reading this post the lights in the room automatically dimmed and somber music and mood took over the room.


I recognized this from years ago when I was fixing to get married and my soon to be bride selected the date....opening day of general gun season...I said "nah bad date"....she folded her arms across her chest, shifted her weight onto her left leg, stuck out her right foot and started tapping the floor with her right toes.

She looked at me with the eyes of Satan herself and in a growling but shaking voice she said "but dear that is the first day we met down at the Pond and that is the date I want to get married, capiesh?" She nor I are Italian so don't know what that means.

I stood there shaking in my boots and began to notice how dry my mouth was as I struggled to come back with some manly Chuck Norris type answer, but all that came out in the voice of a scared 13 year 0ld puberty voice was "well ok babe if it means that much to you".

Then the lights dimmed, the sun suddenly darkened, the birds fell silent, wildlife suddenly felt safe enough to just stand in the pasture during mid day hours, and the ground shook as I realized that that date would forever have a very different meaning and activity that I was used to and loved so much, then I saw it.....my man card...... the card I fought my dad, grandpa, uncles and friends so hard for, many cuts and bruises and scratches and a few broken teeth and bones to get...Hours upon hours of football practice enduring concussions and Bull in the Ring, angle drills, suicides and laps in the thousands....all of that hard work, sweat and hidden tears....for that card....MY Man Card.....it was being ripped from my body with such force that my nads shrunk up and ran atleast a foot back up into my body, suddenly appearing in her hand.

I am not sure who the Aldeer member is but I personally have seen what happens when you lose your man card and it aint pretty.

Prayer lifting up for this Aldeer member.

Know how i know your gay?

I would show up a hour early if that was the case!

word

Seriously dude, re-read what you wrote very carefully.

Ain't that the truth.