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| Debated on whether to share this or not...last night after 2 Tylenol P.M.s, I finally zonked out...sometime during the night I found myself up "there" somewhere fishing 2 big ponds...Jenkins, Smith Worrall, JLong, Illini + many others were there...we were taking turns casting. My turn came + I hung 40+lb. fish...peeps were running everywhere yelling + the crowd surge daggone nigh put me in the water....anyway after a pic or 2 + some "hi-5s", we put the fish back in the water...as she sank to the bottom + rolled on her side, 2 peeps grabbed soda straws + started blowing bubbles into the water + she flipped over + swam off strong...the next thing I know, we are on the eastern shore to fish salties...everytime we started to go fish though something would come up....there were 5 or 6 chicks that kept coming by to distract some of the guys + I started getting frustrated because the tides were just right + a variety of stuff kept screwing up....anyway I finally woke up + was like "daggone, what does this all mean?"...I rarely slip off into night time weirdness like this; could it be the Tylenols, a lack of time on the water, or a reaction from taking a back of the head shot from a frog gig one night as a youth?????[:0] |
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| The same thing happens to me when I guzzle a bottle of "Scorned Woman", then head off to bed. Strange things man, strange things.[:bigsmile:] [:bigsmile:] |
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| Man Sponge, I want to live in your world, if only for a night...[:p] |
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| Hey, what do you mean? Isn't that the real world?[:bigsmile:] |
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| Dude,
Can I get some of your Tylenol P.M.s![:p] [:p] |
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| Daggone Sponge:
Just take a couple Jack Daniels (or whatever you prefer + more than two is allowed), head off to your favorite musky water and get ski slimed...[:p]
You'll sleep like a baby...[:0] [:praise:] |
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| Sponge-Sounds like a real nightmare. Post the photo's of the fish + the chicks [:p] [:p] [:p] [;)] Try a nighttime mantra-> Cass, Cass, Cass...............................[:bigsmile:]
Al Warner
www.spongebobismypsychotherapist.com |
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| Definately means you should attend the monster outing. |
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| Definately means you should attend the monster outing. |
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| Chugging hot sauce is what keeps me calm + collective Greg! Really was wild though...perhaps not being able to fish hardly at all this summer triggered an anguished subconcious response to an even deeper need to mentally allow anxiety seepage to display itself in a serene yet troubled setting...who can know....at any rate I've spent most of the morning trying to place more names w/ more faces that were in the crowd but so far have drawn a blank...at first I thought that maybe the monster outing was a possibility, but in a realistic situation I would have been smothered or drowned in the crowd surge...the shore scene used to be a common problem also but now that sponge babe has sunk an anchor in me forehead + has me dry docked, that virtual reality has become a nightmare...the Tylenol P.M.s were the over the counter variety + may have brought forth a new malady I'll call "ski envy"...I may try the same routine tonight to see what happens, although I'm somewhat leary of the outcome. Time for a tuna sandwich + reflection...thanks for your help.... [::)] |
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| I wish I had dreams like that,,,I always dream that Im being chased by a motorcycle gang or the gillman from the black lagoon{childhood nightmare} and I cant run very fast because Im in mud,,Tylenol PM's huh,, |
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| CASS, CASS, CASS, CASS.....Everybody say it now. CASS, CASS, CASS, CASS......
Pourous one, I'll have the Shark read your post when I get home from work, and have her analyze it for you.
You can get the written report at CASS, CASS, CASS, CASS.....
Tight Lines,
Shep[:sun:] |
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| I am a victum of wandering and spontaneous imagination. I could never share half the things that pop in my head let alone the things I dream about. I would be bannished from this site for sure![:0] |
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| Anytime I dream about muskie fishing somehow I end up in the water with them swimming around. Not sure why, I have no control over that wheel. There, there is one. |
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