Between suggestions I run for Congress (sleep well – ain’t gonna happen), accept ads (see previous comment) and go for a 100,000 daily readership log from my present 10,000, the latter sounds like the most fun. So here you go:
Topless fishing girl
Guinea Pig on a stick (good for 30 hits a day)
Sarah Palin in Alaska's midnight sun
Mark Madoff - nothing left to hide
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I know a cat who plays the ukulele.
Put it on FWIW and go for the 100,000/day.
You too could be a YouTube sensation.
Bring her on (sans clothes, of course)
all the girls around here want to know where the nekkid pix of the trout man come from…
Damned if I remember – a message from OKCupid.com?
“Topless fishing girl” is neither topless nor fishing…
It’s the phrase that captures Google searchers, not the actual photo. Watch out, or I’ll label you ” Butt Boy” and include your email address!
That is no “Trout man!”; way too puny for, er… – perhaps “Great Northern Pike man?”
Dude Man -
I can’t believe Hiram hits this site 9,950 times a day. Tell that proof and post loser to get a life. When you catch and kill one of these, I will admire your hunting skills:
Chris wrote: “Between suggestions I run for Congress (sleep well – ain’t gonna happen)”
As Clint Eastwood so eloquently said, “A man’s got to know his own limitations…” and I applaud you for knowing yours!
Alas, only too aware!
Fountain for congress is a stretch, then again,
look at whose already serving.
There must be 25+ of the 400+
whose electibilty is a complete head scratcher yet they win repeatedly. Plus the NAR is sure to support your candidacy.
And the NEA – I’d be a shoo-in!. But as IB’r said so eloquently, quoting Mr. Eastwood, “a man’s got to know his limits.”
The topless fishing girl, who isn’t topless, is actually Teri Weigel, a former playboy playmate turned pornstar. She is working fishing charters in Florida. Google it. And I am sure she knows how to flap your flounder. Don’t ask how I know. It’s lonely sometimes when Monica isn’t around. And I had to hang with Bernie’s boy’s, so fishing was a must. Somebody has to do it.
You know the most amazing things, Walt. So, wanna hit the Keys with me? A little fly fishing, snorkeling, sailing and, of course, Teri (where do I know that name?)
I think Ms. Teri Weigel is in Boca, but I do want to get to the Keys. Heard a lot about it, but never been there. Don’t let this Teri McBeal chick get you all caught up with your hands in your pants. Ask her out, make your move, strike out and move on. Then go to Boca, with $500 bucks, and Ms. Weigel is a sure thing!!
I am holding out for Stephanie. She is in St. Barts. That little minx.
Marathon, guy – 1950′s chic, great fishing, cheap lodging, sailing and babes. You want more than that, you must have been seduced by Greenwich. Forget Miss Weigel – she’s almost as old as I am! We can do better.
Of course, St. Barts is my favorite island, and I think I still have a standing invitation to a sailboat moored there, but I don’t think either of us is ready to see the other naked on Gouverneur, so I still suggest Marathon.
Weasel Boy -
Let’s make it a business trip. Florida real estate is more handicapped than Helen Keller right now. But you will be an “out of town broker”, so that makes you the village idiot, right? But I think we are at bottom right now, and we can get some buys.
Even if we don’t, we can tour high end properties, and be really obnoxious when they show them to us. We can take cheesy girls, with racks as big as Bullwinkle, and dress like pimps. It will really be fun!!!
Then we fish. We will go for tarpon. Like Teddy Fuc**g baseball!! That Commie. Maybe we can stop off and see his head? Could be fun.
My next business trip was supposed to be to China, big guy. But Ted Williams’ cryogenic head is an irresistible lure, as are cheesy girls with Bullwinkle racks, so Peking can be delayed – why not? Where are those folks going anyway? Get your snorkel ready.
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