In the middle of the field across from my house, there’s two guys practicing casting flies. There’s been rumbles of thunder for the past ten minutes, and they’ve carried on :smack:
“Casting” them where? Into hell I hope.
Now ell…now I know what that was supposed to be…
You should mention to them that Ben Franklin was a world champion fisher, and his secret was to use a cast iron key as bait.
And here I thought this was a time-traveling voyeurism thread. Oh well.