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Wherein an unemployed reporter tries to catch as many fish as possible in a futile quest to avoid thinking about the dismal state of journalism or his dwindling bank balance

Saturday, November 10, 2007

My four least favorite words

"Fishing is strictly prohibited."
Posted by A Man of Constant Leisure at 12:51 PM

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