My grandpappy was found fishing on the bank of a lake by a police officer. His bucket was full of fish.
Officer: “Hey there, old timer. Do you have a fishing license?”
Grandpappy: “Nope. These are my fish. I brought them from home.”
Officer: “You brought them from home? Whaddya mean you brought them from home?”
Grandpappy: “I come here every day, let the fish swim around in the lake for a bit, and then I call them back.”
Officer: “You call them back??”
Grandpappy: “Yeah, that’s right. I whistle and they come back and jump right back in the bucket.”
Officer: “Ok then, show me.”
So Grandpappy calmly empties the bucket into the lake and then sits back and waits.
After a moment or two, the officer says, “Well?”
Grandpappy: “Well what?”
Officer: “Aren’t you gonna call the fish back?”
Grandpappy: “What fish?”
…the myth, the legend.
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WARNING: This is a brief video of two people dying. The wife thought she was taking a picture of the event, but it was actually a video.
I have been in these intimate, private circumstances many times before with my own brain.
Nothin’ is better than round, uniform tins for hauling certain things. I’m really fond of them because they stack neatly and can save quite a bit on space. I get them off Amazon in two different sizes at a low price - a small, snuff-size can, and a larger can.
The only real drawback about them is that they can get beat up fairly easily, because they’re made out of really light aluminum. But for their low cost, I reckon it’s no big deal, since they’re easy to replace.
