Originally Posted By: Banned User
I have every intent on dropping the booze off to Toff, I just ain't makin a special trip to do it

In a month or so I'm going to be able to fish, so it'll be right around then, give or take.

Unlike you, I am a man of honor, not some slimy deadbeat who wears purple and gold.

I sport the crimson and the grey.... smile .....and so I know a few things about losing bets.

You all did fine drinking before the contest, my guess is you'll continue to do so.
smile

I was actually at the surgeons office today, but ran out of time to hang in town....

The big city scares me, so I hustled back to the cozy confines of Quilcene as quick as I could, got a fire going, and settled in for a relaxing night at home .....

wink


Sure we were drinking before the contest, but that was low-grade sh!t - not the top-shelf booze you'll be sending Toff.

When we're drinking that hooch and catching the steelheads we'll be sure to mock you and your gimpy ass arm trying to get back to being strong enough to throw your spey line across the river.

I bet Toff will tell you it only takes marginal strength to lift a bottle of top shelf whiskey to your mouth to take a big swig. It's too bad you didn't win - your marginal strength would likely be enough to sample the tasty draught.

Don't fu.ck around. The m. fork isn't open forever, asswipe.
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