WE MIGHT AS WELL SHOVE THE CONSTITUTION INTO A SHREDDER
Thirsty ice fishermen can no longer receive beer deliveries via drones in Minnesota
(Thanks to everyone who has ever lived)
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Thirsty ice fishermen can no longer receive beer deliveries via drones in Minnesota
(Thanks to everyone who has ever lived)
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Sorry, but we need the drones to drop fake snow. Oh, and about that ice you're fishing on? Walk softly.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | February 03, 2014 at 09:12 AM
I've been ice fishing. Nothing beats sitting there and watching your fishin' hole freeze over in three minutes, flat.
Except, maybe, catching fish. Which we didn't because the fish were all home sitting by a roaring fire.
Beer would have helped. If we could have gotten the fish to drink it.
Posted by: Steve | February 03, 2014 at 09:29 AM
The beer is actually a secret ingredient which knowledgeable ice fisherpersons use to dip their bait into, serving as an attractant to reluctant nibblers ... it catches more fish than undipped bait ... but it's a secret ...
... um ... Ignore this post ...
Posted by: O the Umanity | February 03, 2014 at 10:09 AM
I personally won't drink beer when its below -10. Now a good hot bratwurst via drone...thats the ticket.
Posted by: LeDud | February 03, 2014 at 12:20 PM
Noooo...!
Posted by: Jono | February 03, 2014 at 01:07 PM
Drones can lift that much?!
Must be lite beer.....
Posted by: Stuart | February 03, 2014 at 02:23 PM
Are you here all week?
Posted by: JohnR | February 03, 2014 at 04:00 PM
Not a shredder, a wood chipper.
Posted by: NJGill | February 03, 2014 at 11:48 PM
In a high school "English" class I attended, the teacher first taught the room full of Future Farmers how to spell "poem" and then assigned everyone to write one.
One lad's submission began:
Now that it's wintertime in Michigan,
My friends and I can ice fish again.
I believe he got an A.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | February 04, 2014 at 08:29 AM
I have to admit, it's not quite the same thing pouring your heart out to a drone as it is to a bar tender...
Posted by: Kibby F5™ | February 04, 2014 at 10:59 AM