the opie.

this is a fishing report.
notice the absence of fish pictures.
we did pull two guys in a drift boat off a sweeper, though.
so, karma will pay us back next time, right?

good times.

 

pain.

later, rain...

it's rained here in portland for 213 days straight.
i'm gonna go find some sunshine.
and by sunshine, i mean snow.
and fish.

god damn, i miss BSG...

this video is more awesome than ben and jerry's cherry garcia.
live long and prosper, BSG. live long and prosper.

drawing the line...

this has gone too far. disgusting.

it's well documented within the circle of trust that i have some PTSD related to working with a large population of crack babies' mommas while living in chicago. crack-whore-tainted boob juice was the norm in the special care nursery at my first hospital. when forced to handle it (the juice, not the boob), i used to double-glove, wrap my body in saran wrap, then cry in the shower when i got home from work.
it wasn't pretty.
i've been better lately. maybe it's because there's less of the ol' HIV running around? not sure.
regardless, it's disgusting.
and if you ever want to see me vomit and pass out at the same time...squirt some on me.
maybe that's what i need...some flooding therapy?

two rules.

1. never eat jack-in-the-box tacos.
2  never piss on a down power line. *
  

*kudos to the vito.