I was jogging by the water the other day, absentmindedly admiring the view, when I literally got caught in some guy's fishing line. As I pulled the fishing line out of my hair, the guy came over to help detangle me. It would have been a perfect pick-up situation if the guy wasn't a 49-year-old flabby man with a mullet. But he was. And he didn't even apologize.
Getting caught by the wrong guy's fishing line. Seems to be a recurring thing.
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