I looooove fishing. Waiting for hours with the wind blowing your hair all around as you vomit overboard and pop another Dramamine. Then you realize that the fish must not be biting today. Oh well, at least you got outside, right?

“Honey, when did we eat corn?!“

The best part about fishing is a split tie between actually catching a fish and getting totally shit-faced. If you know what you’re doing, you can accomplish both. These dudes say, “fuck the fishing rods!” They take out the middleman and show these huge catfish what it’s like to have your face fisted.

That’s like, awesome dude. I’m totally moving to Georgia.