WE SAW THEM OPEN FOR WHITESNAKE
(Thanks to Mark Schlesinger)
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Yuck! This is exactly why I only eat fish from the supermarket.
Posted by: nursecindy | February 20, 2011 at 03:50 PM
And why do you think supermarket fish are free of rock snot? (Which seems like a good description for a lot of music from the 70s.)
Posted by: pogo | February 20, 2011 at 06:00 PM
Rock Snot now has a booty call.
Posted by: Ralph | February 20, 2011 at 06:14 PM
That is why you go fishing in the Great Lakes State. Northern Mich. There is nothing more relaxing than trolling around a lake and fish. It's wonderful.
Posted by: Theresa | February 20, 2011 at 07:25 PM
Save the Rock Snot !
Posted by: Clankazoid | February 20, 2011 at 09:21 PM
Pogo, the Gorton Fishermen and Mrs.Paul both assured me my fish had never been near any rock snot.
Posted by: nursecindy | February 20, 2011 at 09:41 PM
So, let me get this straight. Mr. Crump had a Trouting Woman Angler Tryst with whom he shared his bedspread, hooked up, and later smelled of fish?
Is that the score?
Posted by: bonmot | February 21, 2011 at 04:50 PM