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Beware of falling trout.
(Thanks to Joeski)
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Beware of falling trout.
(Thanks to Joeski)
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i always wondered where flying fish come from.
Posted by: crossgirl | August 31, 2007 at 10:50 AM
As God is my witness, I thought trout could fly!
Posted by: Arthur Carlson | August 31, 2007 at 10:53 AM
*breaks out the tune*
"It's raining trout now, haliahlua, it's raining trout..."
*considers taking fish net on next hiking trip - easy lunch*
Posted by: kibby F5™ | August 31, 2007 at 10:54 AM
Trout drop!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2007 at 10:54 AM
Like the old saying, Birds gotta swim, fish gotta fly...
Posted by: Lairbo | August 31, 2007 at 10:55 AM
So, maybe "dropping trou" doesn't mean what I thought?
Posted by: Lairbo | August 31, 2007 at 10:56 AM
*SNORK* @ Lairbo!!
And kibby - I'm still waiting for the Weathergirls' version to come true....
Posted by: DeskDiva | August 31, 2007 at 11:03 AM
kibby, thanks for the wonderful earwig!! LOVE IT!
Posted by: Siouxie | August 31, 2007 at 11:07 AM
*sees his job is done*
Posted by: kibby F5™ | August 31, 2007 at 11:08 AM
So now this scene is playing through my mind.
There you are, recently finished with your rehab and finally feeling at peace with the world.
You're out hiking in the high country of Colorado, breathing in the sweet, fresh air, feeling the warm sun on your face and just generally thinking that finally, this time you've got things under control.
You're approaching a beautiful little secluded lake, thinking happy thoughts, and barely noticing the sound of a small aircraft's approach.
Then a mass of trout rains down upon you, spearing out of the heavens like piscatorial thunderbolts in some weird Zeus / Posiedon dust-up.
Off come the hiking boots and out of the heel comes that little stash you tucked away in 'the old days' - the one they never found and you'd nearly forgotten about.
Posted by: KCSteve | August 31, 2007 at 01:11 PM
Will I need a fly fishing permit for this?
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | August 31, 2007 at 01:31 PM
Would "Cutthroat Cargo" BAGNFARB?
Oh, and they just told the terrorists how to mark their planes to get away with their poisoning of small, high-altitude lakes.
Posted by: ScottMGS | August 31, 2007 at 04:29 PM