It has become a highly mechanized specialty, leaving the lobster fisherman plenty of time to indulge in other activities, or none at all. My
cousin Jean-Pierre whom I haven't seen for 57 years is now a prosperous retiree enjoying fishing, a sport that we once practiced together catching a lonely trout in a brook behind some thorny bushes and many black flies. How times have changed when hydraulic winches troll the bottom of the Chaleur Bay to garner wonderful lobsters and assorted boots and retreads.
Which reminds me of a joke heard in Houston last time I was there:
A cowboy is driving down a back road in Texas. A sign in front of a restaurant reads:
HAPPY HOUR SPECIAL Lobster Tail and Beer
"Lord almighty" he says to himself, "my three favorite things!!"
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CONTEST:
Anyone who can spot Jean-Pierre in the family reunion picture shown earlier wins a trip to or out of N.B., depending on their location.
Revised your lobster joke for feminine appeal...
Cyndi Lauper stops at a bar in Texas and reads on the menu...
HAPPY HOUR SPECIAL Fresh shrimp and wine
"Lord almighty" she says to herself, "girls just want to have prawn."
time is on my side
(from the Rolling Stones)
An Happy full coming Halloween "{Phoque you all ass whole of you)" ssincerely from we do exisst
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