|Fishing with Kenobi on Naboo, I went today. One of the few things I can stand to do with him, it is. Still, keep from being a doofus, he could not.|
"Kenobi, have to use your beard to hold your flies and lures, do you? For that, a tackle box is!"
"I can get to 'em quicker this way."
"Kenobi, a beer out of the cooler get me."
"We're out. There ain't none left."
"What?! In the boat we just got! Had a beer yet, I have not! A whole case there was!"
"Yeah, there was just that one case. So there weren't hardly enough to get me through the trip up here. Guess that'll learn ya to bring more beer next time, huh? By the way, I gotta pee real bad for some reason."
Getting on my nerves more and more as the day went on, he was.
"Kenobi!" at him I yelled, "Lick your fingers after baiting your hook, do not! Making me sick, you are!"
"You gotta take the fun outta everything!"
For a long time, biting nothing was. Getting frustrated I was. Finally, a jerk on the line I felt! A big walleye bass it was! Putting up a big fight it was. To struggle with it for half an hour I had to! Finally, in I brought it.
Huge it was! Sure I was that a record I set! But a catch and release policy Naboo has, so to throw it back I would have. The only proof, a picture would be.
"Quick, Kenobi! A picture take!" I yelled.
The camera he got out and this picture he took:
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That doofus! Even take a simple picture he can not! Believe me now, no one will! Some quality time with the pressure washer he and I will spend tomorrow.