Local Bird Is The Worst Fisherman Ever
I mean, come on, he didn’t bring any beer, and doesn’t have a battery-operated television set or a lawn chair or anything.
(Thanks to uber-friend of the BSBFB Charles Schneider for sending that one along)
Razor-Sharp Claws And Terrifying Fangs Are No Match For Opposable Thumbs And Vodka
Remind me never to take a leak in the bushes along a Russian highway.
I Wanted To Be A Waterskiier, But I Could Never Find A Lake On A Hill
The Ghost of Peachy Carnehan approves. Paddys in the paddies. It’s a natural.
Hmm. “Irish bull surfers.” Pshaw. I believe they call it “blarney” back in the auld sod.
(Thanks to Misterarthur for sending that one along)