There is no strife, no prejudice, no national conflict in outer space as yet. Its hazards are hostile to us all. Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind, and its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again. But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain. Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas?
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.
they were using words like looser, non-fisherman, limp D_ck, and a few others that are not fit to print. Being the good friend that you always accuse me of, I immediately stood up for you and told them that they were not being fair. After all, I explained that Charlie lives in Atlanta and since Tarpon do not migrate that far north, he was locationally handy-capped. Would you believe that after I said that, one of the little punk-juvie 'poons piped in something about location was not your only handy-cap..... then his words were drowned out by the laughter that ensued from that pod of bastards.
I say you should make plans to come down here this season and show them who's boss. I know where they live and we can pay them a little visit and maybe leave a few of them with a handy-cap or two.
I heard a few tarpons speaking of you
they were using words like looser, non-fisherman, limp D_ck, and a few others that are not fit to print. Being the good friend that you always accuse me of, I immediately stood up for you and told them that they were not being fair. After all, I explained that Charlie lives in Atlanta and since Tarpon do not migrate that far north, he was locationally handy-capped. Would you believe that after I said that, one of the little punk-juvie 'poons piped in something about location was not your only handy-cap..... then his words were drowned out by the laughter that ensued from that pod of bastards.
I say you should make plans to come down here this season and show them who's boss. I know where they live and we can pay them a little visit and maybe leave a few of them with a handy-cap or two.