Weather: Almost 50 and rain
Trail Conditions: Mush
Almost into the 50’s today. And a nice steady rain, that will cause some thawing around here. Temps are on the rise for the next few weeks so maybe the ice will be off the Lake in time for the Walleye opener on the 15th of May. Should be a good opener if the ice is late, it was last year. I have rental units open for fishing season, just call the bar.
The bar will be closed Easter Sunday and Monday, Becker and I are going to the food show in Greenbay.
Man: I know how to please a woman.
Woman: Then please leave me alone.
Man: I want to give myself to you.
Woman: Sorry, I don’t accept cheap gifts.
Man: Your hair color is fabulous.
Woman: Thank you. It’s on aisle three at the corner drug store.
Man: You look like a dream.
Woman: Go back to sleep.
Man: I can tell that you want me.
Woman: Yes, I want you to leave.
Man: Hey, baby, what’s your sign?
Woman: Do not enter. -OR- Stop.
Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.
Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down.
Man: What’s it like being the most beautiful girl in the bar?
Woman: What’s it like being the biggest liar in the world?
Man: Haven’t I seen you someplace before? .
Woman: Yeah, that’s why I don’t go there anymore
There was a farmer, sitting on the front porch of his house this one hot summer day, when this kid comes walking down the road carrying a big bundle of wire. “Hey kid!” the farmer says. “Where ya goin’ with that wire?” “Well,” the kid drawls, “this here ain’t just any ol’ wire, this here’s chicken wire – I’m fixin’ to catch me some chickens!” “You can’t catch chickens with chicken wire!” “Sure I can!” the kid says, and takes off down the road. He comes back at the end of the day and sure enough, he’s got a whole mess of chickens caught in his chicken wire. Well, the farmer’s sitting on his porch the next day, and the same kid comes walking down the lane, carrying a big roll of tape. “Hey kid!” the farmer yells. “Where ya goin’ with that tape?” “Well, this here ain’t just any ol’ tape, this here’s duck tape – I’m fixin’ to catch me some ducks!” “You can’t catch ducks with duck tape!” the farmer yells back. “Sure I can!” the kid says, and takes off down the road. He comes back at the end of the day and again, the farmer can’t believe his eyes. The kid had a whole bunch of ducks all wrapped up tightly in his tape. The next day the farmer’s sitting on his porch again, and the kid comes walking down the road carrying a stick. “Hey kid!” the farmer says. “Where ya goin’ with that stick?” “Well, this here ain’t just any old stick, this here’s pussy willow.” “Hang on,” the farmer says, “I’ll get my hat.”