not going there the banana plug is fine lol
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not going there the banana plug is fine lol
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Quoting Mrs cardoc. She says RIP will always be her back bay banana boy LOL. She said it took her a few secs to come up with that name. She now calls herself the back bay b i t c h. For those of you who know her, know it fits because of her humorus personality.
I on the other hand see where pebbles is coming from. Thats hilarious. I didn't even think of it that way. Its all in good fun though. Swing any bats lately Dark?
Last night as i was fishing, i made a boo boo. I have a light on the end of my rod (HAHAHAHAHA) for night fishing. My line got wrapped around it and the bunker were getting tangled. I go to grab the line and untangle it and pulled my 2 piece rod apart. I jsut stood there a sec amazed at what i had done.Good thing a fish didnt hit right then and there.
All i gotta say is that I wasnt the one who came up with the topic of making gay porn while walking thru an area secluded for anywhere but water.
"Don't be shy, give it a try"
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The weather must not be cooperating. You guys have waaayyyy too much time on your hands.
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Your wife is definitely in a class all by herself. She's a keeper.Originally Posted by cardoc765
If you ever see me playing in a baseball game, make sure ya bet against me.
Just to show ya that no one is immune from ball busting.....
DarkSkies at the Bat
By Ernest Lawrence Thayer Taken From the San Francisco Examiner - June 3, 1888
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only DarkSkies could but get a whack at that —
We'd put up even money now, with DarkSkies at the bat."
But Flynn preceded DarkSkies, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of DarkSkies getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For DarkSkies, misguided DarkSkies, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in DarkSkies's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in DarkSkies's bearing and a smile lit DarkSkies's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas DarkSkies at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in DarkSkies's eye, a sneer curled DS's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And DS stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
"That ain't my style," said DS. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted some one on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Dark raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great DS's visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Dark still ignored it, and the umpire said "Strike two!"
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from DS and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Dark wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer has fled from Dark's's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of DS's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — lunatic Dark has struck out.
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Swing and a whiff, lol.
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I use smelly clams when I am in a pinch. I have caught some nice bass with them. Usually right after a noreaster, when other clams are washed up on the beach, is when I find they outfish normal smelling clams. Or when the water is murky, they can be good.
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Story of your life, eh?Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — lunatic Dark has struck out.
As for the stinky clams, if you can put your nose in the bag without retching, they're not ripe enough.
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Smelly clams is one of the best bait. I always find that I do better with older clams than newer ones. Just remember to bring a cloths pin.
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Re: Clams, stinky or fresh?
Instead of "Riptide Rotters," should we call these "Rip316 Rotters"?Hey maybe you guys coined a new trade name, could be big!
That Intrepid Internet Googan Rip could use a few laughs....
So I thought I would bring up this serious discussion on Rip316 rotters.....
It's the way to go...to get those bass on the beach......
With the snotty weather we'll be having the next 2 days, it might just be the ticket to that keeper bass......
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