So I check my email today, and there's a message from my favorite helo pilot, bardo.

He says he's heading out fishing at his secret new hole, and said he wished I could join him.

"gee" I think to myself, "I wonder where bardo's new hangout is." He was nice enough to include a picture, So I decided to check it out.






Now THAT'S a fishing hole. And now, here I sit thinking I could have hid out in bardo's luggage or something and joined him for some serious fishing. But noooooooo.............
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames