Wondering where to go and what to do on Nicole Kidman's birthday, Michael suggested "Everett".
Therefore I cought the blue [Taylor] SWIFT bus on Hwy.99, for the first time, and took a touristic threeway transfer connection trip up to THE SPORTSMANS WAREHOUSE.
[Based out of West Bank Jordan, Utah]
Where their rather unusual and strange looking orange ROYAL COACHMAN flies were about a buck apiece if you purchase at least 12.
So while I was picking out a bakers dozen, some balding 49ish Bruce Willis type stranger walked by; suggesting that the trout flies at some Mill Creek pro shop were much better, although a lot more expensive.
Then I went over to their map section to find a topographic map of the Plano, Washington area's small trout creeks.
Alas, they were all sold out.
Oh well, you get what you pay for in this life.
Nothing comes cheap.
Especially when it comes to getting a billion dollars in free publicity blood money.
You can't squeeze blood out of a rock.
"Ok, I get it. I have bad teeth." AUSTIN POWERS: INTERNATIONAL MAN OF MYSTERY, circa 2020 Las Vegas.
Gregory Scott Relf's
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