My buddy asked me if I wanted to come over to his place and do some fishing from his private pier. I said, “Sure. Do you want me to bring anything?” “No,” he said. “I’ve got it all covered. When I arrived he was already sitting on the end of the pier with a line in the water and an ice chest full of cold beer beside him. Upon hearing me say, “It looks like you couldn’t wait to start.” He turned, grinned and motioned me to the other chair and a fishing rod. I pick it up, checked to hook – no bait. I asked, “Where’s the bait?” With a Cheshire cat grin, he told me, “We’re not trying to catch anything – we’re out here to drink beer!”


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