Quinte Fishing

i was out fishing huffs yesterday morning i was looking down at my hole and a blob of smegma went past my hole.whats up with that?

The hood story I know all too well, my father has done it not once but twice. The second time was a pretty amazing story. He walked over to me to ask if I had any tickets, I did not. As I lay under a canvas tarp looking for trout I hear him spud a hole. Shortly after the spud ding stops I can't help but to look. By the way it was about -20. Anyways after giggling at the site of grown man having a deuce I began angling under the canvas again. Several minutes later he came back to again ask me if I was certain I did not have any tickets. Again no was the reply. He then said and I quote, and am not making this up," f?!k that s/@t stinks, I can smell it all the way over here!" At this point I was going to tell him that I'd just seen some trout so I lifted the canvas and OMG it had frozen on contact to the side of his hood. He was standing with a dumb look on his face and 3 frozen chunks inches from it. Scouts honor.