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On the Urban South Platte:

Police: Injured cyclist not the victim of a 'booby trap'

DENVER - A cyclist - originally believed to have been involved in a clothesline accident described as a "booby trap" by EMTs - is now believed to have been the victim of a simple accident involving a fly fisherman.

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"Due to the size of the fish, the reporting party had to walk down the hill to obtain his fish. As he was walking down the dirt hill and attempting to tighten his fish line, the bicyclist came down the bike path. The bicyclist's helmet grazed the fish line at that time, and the bicyclist removed his hand from the handlebars swatting the fish line. At that point, the reporting party believes he lost control, and that's when the victim fell off his bike," Raquel Lopez with the Denver Police Department said.

Coming soon to your local fly shop:

-Alex the Insensitive.

el salamander

Four parts part Corona or Corona Light
One part Jim Beam

Get some.

-Alex who knows you will love the deliciousness.
-Josh who has the best drinking crazy-eye in the business.

A Guy Fairy Tail

Once upon a time, a prince asked a beautiful princess "Will you marry me?"

The princess said NO.

And the prince lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and screwed skinny big titted broads and hunted and raced cars and went to naked bars and dated women half his age and drank wiskey, beer and rum and never heard bitching and never paid child support or alimony and ate fast food and and kept his house and guns and never got cheated on while he was at work and all his friends and family thought he was super cool as hell and had tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up and fished when ever he wanted.

The End.

They should never be where no one can hear them scream

I had slipped a pair of fine tipped tungsten scissors into my pocket just in case I sealed the deal.

She was maybe a 4, but the pleasures of the flesh were secondary in this situation as I had my eye on the "Fall Foliage" bundle tucked behind her ear while I ordered her another chocolate martini.

My fingers traced the outline of the snipping instrument in my front right pocket.

I could go for it here, the crowd is thin and I am two steps closer to the door than the only guy in the place that might give me any trouble. In her state she might not even notice.

She turns and smiles, thanking me with a little sway in her voice as she downs the drink and places her hand on my chest, biting her lower lip.

No need to rush, I think with a smile.


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It could be carp flies, or pain

Only the Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam knows for sure...

I'm a trendy kinda guy, so I think I will....

(notes)

Right? Yea, bro. That's totally legit, bro. Totally legit. I mean, if it doesn't look like someone ate it, shat it out and ran it over with show chains it would be totally less legit... Bro.

-Alex who is covered in grungy legitness and might be mentally breaking down because of it...
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bro.