Wishin’ I was Fishin’

Ahhh the lazy hazy days of summer are here. And what says summer more than fishing. Languid days of solitude waiting for a bite from an unsuspecting catfish on a wiggling worm.

Butt she is the “Catch of the Day” in nothing but net. I could dine on that “catfish” all night long with those long sexy legs wrapped around my pole, my one-eyed wonder worm wouldn’t wiggle for very long. Oh No! It would be a titanium pole just waiting to spit up.

No fish story here because she wouldn’t be the one that got away. I’d hook her and then give her a good cleaning with my tongue while she’s singing “blow the man down”.

I suddenly have a craving for some sushi!!