Fashion And Hackle

[Outside Bend]

I wonder if there's a sewing circle somewhere, full of angry grandmothers, upset that fly tyers keep horning in on their supplies of craft fur and doll eyes.

[fishinwrench]

I wonder if there's a sewing circle somewhere, full of angry grandmothers, upset that fly tyers keep horning in on their supplies of craft fur and doll eyes.

A little old lady decides to join the local flyfishing club to find out why they were holding stock on the world supply of craft fur and doll eyes. So one day she knocks on their clubhouse door and a long-haired bearded hippie pokes his head round the door. “I want to join your group she says. Amused, the hippie humors her, claiming she needs to meet certain requirements to be part of their group. Do you have a boat? he says. “Yup,”” she replies. “It’s right over there.” Both of them look round to see a nice Clacka on a tilt trailer in the driveway. “Do you drink?” he continues. “Oh yes, like a fish,” she says. “I’ll drink any man here under the table.” “Do you smoke?” “Smoke?” she hoots. “darn right I smoke. I smoke like a chimney. In fact I smoke three packs a day, as well as three joints, and a couple of cigars in the evening, just before I get online and raise hell on the OAF forum.” “Wow,” said the hippie, impressed. “You sound like bad momma. But tell me: have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?” “Nope” says the old lady, “but I’ve been swung round by the nipples a few times.”

[laker67]

A little old lady decides to join the local flyfishing club to find out why they were holding stock on the world supply of craft fur and doll eyes. So one day she knocks on their clubhouse door and a long-haired bearded hippie pokes his head round the door. “I want to join your group she says. Amused, the hippie humors her, claiming she needs to meet certain requirements to be part of their group. Do you have a boat? he says. “Yup,”” she replies. “It’s right over there.” Both of them look round to see a nice Clacka on a tilt trailer in the driveway. “Do you drink?” he continues. “Oh yes, like a fish,” she says. “I’ll drink any man here under the table.” “Do you smoke?” “Smoke?” she hoots. “darn right I smoke. I smoke like a chimney. In fact I smoke three packs a day, as well as three joints, and a couple of cigars in the evening, just before I get online and raise hell on the OAF forum.” “Wow,” said the hippie, impressed. “You sound like bad momma. But tell me: have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?” “Nope” says the old lady, “but I’ve been swung round by the nipples a few times.”

[Justin Spencer]

Quit talking about my grandma, you need to delete that!