On 20 Jan 2006 13:00:33 -0800, "Frank Reid"
wrote:


a 55 gallon drum of water

SNI-I-I-IP

We'll set a spell on the front porch, then go out and
cut us a lick o' cane and go after a mess a' crappies.

Translation:

We'll trip over the barrel of water, breaking several toes and/or other
appendages and impaling ourselves on the cane machetes, and while
struggling to remove the machetes, we'll fall backwards into the crappie
pond, where, somehow, will have mysteriously appeared a log that would
shame a team of veteran redwood cutters, temporarily knocking us colder
than Siberian mackerels, at which point we'll sink to the bottom, only
to be startled back to "life" by the rotting remains of a blue whale (we
can only assume it also mysteriously came with the sequoia previously
encountered) and quickly rush to the surface, only smack our heads on
the log and be sucked up by a fire-fighting helicopter sent in to fight
the fire we began when we knocked over the lantern whilst falling over
the aforementioned water barrel, and unceremoniously deposited into the
inferno, along with the log, the whalefunk, and the crappies, only to
have the log, the crappies, and whale land on us and us land on our
rods, shattering them, and getting enough graphite shards in us so as to
be confused with some sort of flaming, unholy giant porcupines reeking
of rotten whale and singed crappie, whereupon the startled and scared
locals will begin shooting at us, which will scare the largest grizzly
bear south of whostheirwhatsit up in Alaska, who will be, naturally,
eating the contents of my kitchen - sink, cabinets and all - and in his
haste to flee the gunfire, will steamroll us...

HTH,
R