The other one too was Fly Fishing Mystery Theater, which one of my favorite lines,

when the fake host says, or perhaps you know me from my travel series,

I'm rich and you can't fish here. Like, dude, like, that's just, that's just brilliant shit.

We borrowed a car one time and they loaded it up with a bunch of explosives and they blew up the car

and it almost blew all the windows out of my granddad's

house. I feel for the people on camera because, yeah, I mean, all the pressure's on you guys.

God bless people who make porn. Like, can you imagine, like, I'm this freaked out trying to catch a

small mouth with a fly rod? Can you imagine being an adult film star?

Yeah. Can you imagine being an adult film star? Come on, man.

Cut and retry that.

You know that's never going to work.

Good morning, friends, degenerate anglers, and people that just discovered a half-eaten tube of lifesaver holes in the pocket of that

harp for whaler's starter jacket you put in your mom's attic instead of the trash because they were

your favorite team and welcome to cut and retie the fishing podcast that got locked inside a

cyber truck on a hot day and died of embarrassment hey i'm joe sermeli happy friday everyone and i guess

welcome to December.

Man, that's kind of, wow, I can hardly believe that.

It feels like just the other day I was lubing up the slip and slide and throwing sinkies in my neighbor's pool,

which I mooch off of all summer long.

My neighbor, Gary, though, by the way, he makes a wicked gin and tonic, got to say.

So I go over just for those, you know, anyway, how's Christmas

shopping going? Has that become a miserable and soulless thing for you two? It's like at my age,

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