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So there I was just swimming along cruising for ‘cuda babes and there
was your nasty little hook, hanging in my face like a sweet smelling snack.
OK, OK. So I bit it. But let me tell you something, partner. You had
better pray to God that you aren’t one of those catch and release wussies. Cause if
you are, and if you let my ass go, I am going to turn around and stomp a hole in your
fart sack.
Go ahead, let me go and see if I don’t come around on you like a scorned
bitch. Buddy, your ass is grass and I am the lawn mower. Yeah, I know what the hell
a lawn mower is. You think just because me and my kind live down here in the water
we don’t know anything about you air breathers up there on the surface? We call you
“surfies”.
So, go ahead and let go, Surfie Boy. I have a truck load of whoop ass
sitting here waiting for your goofy looking ass. They are going to be pulling fin
outta you for weeks.
Try me.
You and your buddies are feeling pretty smart right now aren’t ya?
You had a few beers while you were trolling for me and that was your fatal flaw my
friend. The reactions of a barracuda are about 17 times faster than those of
a drunk surfie. Look it up. In the mean time, I am waiting. Put
me down, bitch.
See what happens.
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