Yes. He was holding a huge fish. And then, ugly scaly slimy whopper in hand, went on to say...."Hi, I'm the outdoors type refined. I wish for the lady that responds to be treated as such."
I swear to you on my pitiful little life and all that is holy that I am joining a convent as soon as I can relocate to the Sahara Desert.
They don't have fish there, do they?
They don't have fish there, do they?
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Oh, don't run off to the convent just yet. We haven't met yet! ;-)
If I had to guess, I'd say he's Eastern European - something about the poor phrasing he used. Still, what on God's green Earth convinced him that posing with a great big fish would be considered ATTRACTIVE to women? Or is his target audience widowed fishermen's wives?
Please, tell me what's so great about being associated with the rest of my gender again? I seem to have forgotten...
I would say that he hasn't visited his tailor or hairdresser for a while.
Don - Well, these are extreme exceptions....aren't they? Please tell me they are!
Jean-luc - The fish looked better, my friend.
But it smells, erm, fishy.
Dragonfly - Spot on comedy...again!
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