Keep ya rod straight!

We also went fishing this weekend. I’ve never actually caught a fish in my life, but now it all makes sense to me why people go nuts for the sport. I caught three larg-ish blue fish on Saturday and felt like fucking Moby Dick or something. There is nothing really like drinking on a boat in the sun.

This is Charlene* on the boat wearing my sun hat. She is an f-ing babe.

 

*Charlene’s name is clearly not Charlene. But it should be because of stories like the following:

Earlier that morning, Charlene had stuck a dollar bill out the window of our car, laughed, and waved it in the face of a homeless man who was standing forlornly at a busy intersection.

(Now, in her defense, she really had wanted to give him some money. But as we neared the man, I was saying it might be offensive to this guy-who was holding a sign that said he was a vet that was willing to work, not that he wanted $-if we drove past and handed him a dollar, considering a dollar can’t buy anything these days but a fucking peppermint patty. As we were arguing about what to do, Emma accelerated the car through the green light, thus making it seem like our car full of girls thought it was hysterical to wave a dollar bill at a homeless veteran and hoot and holler in the process as we peeled away.  Five minutes later when we were in Dunkin’ Donuts, unemployed Charlene grabbed an application for branch manager, while pointing out to us that we should make sure the homeless man wasn’t lurking outside the store in order to kill us for being rude bitches. Apparently, Charlene is working on her own version of “The Audacity of Hope” because biatch ain’t gettin’ no managing job at Dunkin’ Donuts. They don’t hire drunks who harass veterans

P.S. Charlene really does have a heart of gold. Sort of. Well, actually, she’s politically incorrect 96% of the time, but she’s hot and her mom makes scrumptious food, so we generally try to forgive her.

P.P.S There will be more updates on her SMOKING HOT LOVE LIFE to follow in the next days.)