Five years ago today I kissed the woman who would become my wife, for the first time. Myself, Jordan and a lovely little redhead named Gillian had spent the evening at the only Irish bar in La Paz, Mexico (the only Irish bar in all of Mexico for all I know) I cant remember if we drank green beer, but the drinks were flowing throughout the night. After several hours I was well fueled up on liquid courage, but it took me until the very end of the night before I made my move. The luck of the Irish must have been with me that night though, because when I kissed her, she actually kissed my back!
So your Fishing Fury tip of the day: At the end of the night, find the most beautiful girl you can and kiss her. You never know what will happen next.
“she actually kissed my back!”
She kissed your back eh?
Thats what happens after too many beer, you don’t know front from back!
How did you kiss her with your back? This must be some strange ginger mating ritual..
I’m sworn to secrecy! (ginger oath)
bwahahahaha!!!
haha wow you guys sure have a good time around here. I wonder what you’re like at the pub!