One fashions a lure out of colorful words and images wound tight in structure and model. When all is neatly finished the line is cast with but a mere finger click. No skill necessary there. And then the wait begins.
Will it be a great day for a catch and we'll land a big one or maybe a bunch of small ones? The novice waits impatiently constantly checking back while the old pro has better things to do. He'll be back at the end of the day to see what's on line.
Sex sells. Oh no you're not going to use that old bait again are you?
Better than knitting, baby's first tooth, or a post about life insurance.
Politics? The clown circus is getting old. As one drops out another takes his/her place. Now where is that clown car they keep coming out of?
War? After 10 years of war it doesn't even make the nightly news that often. Lem see we've killed Al Qaedas' second in command how many times now? And we've seen more than enough of our share of suicide bombers with belts and shoes and underwear.
I want to be the guy who checks when they start putting them in bras. Is that an under wire or are you just unhappy to be here?
Oh well I did it again. It's now 9:15pm and I started this this morning. Label it no time to blog.
Now let's see who takes the bait.
4 comments:
Bunga bunga!
I think I need to start posting more scantily-clad ladies to distract from the garbage.
Yup, sex sells, even bitching about modern women gets hits.
Your Thursday photo, combined with the upcoming Friday beaver shot, ought to make one sexy screen.
Is she in that trying to get out or out trying to get in?
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