I'm going to treat this post like a cheap date you've taken to a cheap room; you all know what you came for so I'll skip the dialogue and get down to business.
And as an added bonus I'll throw in a picture of Jon Robbins who ventured north and west to this very river and landed a slob of his own. It's that time of year
I can't take much more of this, please stop. Insanity. Winchell is even cracking a smile for the camera...must have been really good.
Seems my departure from Maine was a little premature.
S L O B S
Will it ever stop...yo i don't know
i'm going to start choosing my nail polish to match the fish i'm after.
More slob brookies, just another day in Wilkie's honey holes...
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