Ron has a new agenda. Couple of days ago, it was drinking and fishing. Now, it’s intimidating Mal into giving up on his relationship with Shelly. Easy to see how he might switch from one to the other. Fish. Mal. Both are things he’d like to catch, then toss into a lake.
Mall and Shelly’s bunch are living in the past. You can’t keep focused on what you want out of the next ten minutes when you’re focused on what was going on before you came into a hole-in-the-woods bar.
Buddy’s there to help them keep some perspective. What HE wants out of the next ten minutes is to make several hundred dollars on the sale of alcoholic beverages and stay in business. See how easy that is? You can’t worry about ten minutes ago when there were no brand new customers in your hole-in-the-woods bar ten minutes ago! You need Focus! Focus on drinking alcoholic beverages!
Gotta focus on what good ol’ Buddy is saying.
Ron and Duke don’t seem to be the sorta fellas who are gonna let a good fishing trip plan roll over and kick its li’l feet in the air and expire.
Of course, they DO seem to be the sorta fellas who you read about in the paper- all about how they went on a fishing trip and drowned under odd, but not controversial, circumstances. And possibly rolled over and kicked their size 13s in the air as they expired.
Don’t nobody make a “Hey, Y’all, Watch this…” joke now, you hear?
Oh, Houghton Hollow. That’s the little valley at the end of Houghton lake (named for the famed explorer Sir James Houghton-Houghton) where the dam was built way back in the 1970s. There were some steep banks in the hollow that made the engineers grin with glee as they contemplated their gorgeous new dam. Plus, they got to flood half a town after it was built. Three of the engineers went in on a scuba diving company where you can dive down to “Lower Houghton Grove” and sit in a submerged van, and photograph yourself in a submerged school playground, and swim vaguely near the cemetery and then swim away again fast because it’s freakin’ creepy as hell, with all the drowned trees around it and the headstones and statues and all.
They used to tell a whole bunch of different ghost stories about the submerged town, but eventually they all got smooshed into one big ghost story about a Wukilar that was the mayor’s cursed son (or the cursed Mayor’s son, whichever) and who lived in the church next to the cemetery (graveyard, really, but who keeps track) where he lost his hands or his head in a boating accident. And now he either wanders the graves hoping a statue will lose its head that he can take for his own, or is listening to a walkman and can’t turn it off ’cause he’s missing… well, it’s a weird ghost story anyhow.
That got away from me.
…What I was going to say was “Ron ain’t wrong. Gonna be a lively weekend.”
Remember when you were a school kid? And there was that one squidgey kid whose big sister would protect him from the rotten kids? And then you realized one day that she wasn’t treating her little brother any better than the bullies, it’s just that she’s family and the kid was used to it from her anyhow. Heck, it was probably her that taught him to eat bugs if you offered him pocket change.
There was a point to that story, but I’ve forgotten what it was.
The title sounds like an old Pogo comic, and the dialogue sounds like an old B.C. comic.
I must be old or something.
Y’know, because I know that Pogo and B.C. were comic strips.
The fact that I know the tone of the writing in both of them is because I’m a professional, dang it.
…Hans Gruber would have been so proud.
Seriously, “Hans” was the bad guy’s name in Die Hard. There was also “Karl”, and “Heinrich”, “Kristoff”, and “Fritz”. And a few others, but really… that’s a LOT of stereotypical names for deadly germans, ain’t it?
I think Cthula must have seen that bulldog that skates.
Have you seen it? Good video.
There are a lot of different kinds of Outdoor store. Someday, I should compile a set of cartoons where Hubris has said, “It’s not THAT kind”
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