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>bro and me start swinging fishing poles wildly at beaver
>dem heavy duty salmon snagging treble hooks
>its on like donkey kong
>beaver continues to snarl, hiss, and do short charges at us
>we continue to scream, swear, and bludgeon him with our fishing rods
>hear sister screaming
>hear babby crying
>hear bro-in-law and me swearing and screaming
>hear beaver snarling and hissing
>time has slowed to a crawl
>miliseconds became individual eternities
>time stood still, as had the battle
>suddenly hearing more swearing and screaming
>look to see the gay fishing couple has joined our cause to vanquish the beast back into its waters
>morale reinvigorated
>fabulousness: +75%
>one of the gays throws handfuls of sand at the beaver and occasionally swings his pole at it
>the other ineffectually kicks in the general direction of the beaver, who was probably 6-10 feet from us the entire time
>he would also make throwing motions with his clenched fists at it
>beaver realizes odds are too great
>returns to the murky depths, his thirst for blood denied to him
>two gays were indeed very gay
>we continued to fish, but all together in big group
>left a few hours later
>ate taco bell
>caught my 12 limit
>gottasayitwasagoodday.jpg