My buddy invited me and a few other guys from work to go camping this weekend. Thought it would be f
My buddy invited me and a few other guys from work to go camping this weekend. Thought it would be fun. At least until I found out we’d be catching our own food. It’s not the end of the world, I used to fish with my dad all the time as a kid so I volunteered. What made it an issue was the pain in the ass Kieth from marketing thought he’d tag along. Needless to say I wasn’t the happiest camper, but I figured if he said he’d come he’d at least be of some help. I couldn’t of been more wrong. All he did was talk and talk and bitch and complain. “It’s too hot. This is so boring. Nothings biting. Why did I agree to this.” It was never ending, and probably why the fish weren’t biting. My stomach growled, seeing as it hasn’t had a filling meal since we came out here. So I figured I’d kill three birds with one stone. No one was around, nor do I think anyone would really care, when I lunged forward on him and started to swallow him down. He put up a decent fight, had the boat rocking, but he was in no condition to put up a good fight and I was too determined to let him get away. As he slid down and settled in, I took a moment to enjoy the silence, aside from the muffled yelling and gurgling coming from my stomach. Figured if he was hot already, he must really be burning up in my stomach, so I did him a favor and popped open a nice cold beer and chugged it back. I tossed my line in the water and relaxed as I waited for my stomach to do it’s job and finally silence this pain in the ass. I don’t think anyone back at camp is gonna why Keith didn’t come back from fishing. They’ll take one look at me and know exactly what went down. -- source link
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