life is shit. carpfishing just makes it a tad less shitty.

the other day as i was snacking on some freshly plucked kid´s eyeballs, watching wrestling on czech television, i accidently dropped my cocaine vial, i see it drop in slow motion, hitting the remote control, switching the channel, the vial on the dial, epic stuff.

anyway, on came this show, all pastel colours, a clean sort of dullness, with two ladies (Yvonne & Kirsten, Maren & Mareike??) in their thirties that looked like they might have played bass or keyboards in a rrrriot girrrrl band called "the splicing needles" once but had since given up on feminism. and had started tanning, waxing and working out. in what seemed to be a show aimed at the whole of the happy family, they were going on about snorkeling and breast implants and diets, their garden on the balcony and the ten best ways to keep your kids on track and off crack.
i didn´t get the last bit but i´m pretty sure i heard one of them say that snorkeling enables her to "JUST BE". so what nautic exploratory pursuits incorporating a facemask and a snorkel are to Maren and/or Karen, carpfishing is to me.

i was outfished this weekend by mr. carpfishing, CHFM. it´s a sheer pleasure to watch this man angle and i´m well chuffed for him that he managed to get among the good´uns. cheers and big up to you mate! it´s been awesome as always. night fishing and day tripping. bareback, backdraft. no homo. snails snails snails!!

so if you see me on the bank in a swim next to you, don´t slag me off cuz i write a blog and look awfully pale with these cum stains all over me. this is not a fashion statement - it´s sheer horror and angst and fear. and no, i have not been smoking too much of this lovely sour diesel, if you find this installment a bit on the hippie-ish side, so fuck off.

do it like polsi does. carping out!