A bad day fishing beats a good day dodging bullets.
Time for Clarence to step carefully out of the hardening cement, and tiptoe carefully away. FAR away.
How could you screw up the obvious? Fish and drink beer.
Mob mentality ain’t what it used to be.
He is going to sleep with the sea gulls!
Sleep with the fishes…..when they catch a few….
Oh look. Scotty found some concrete galoshes.
There’s someone wading behind you.
Smart thinking, chuck him in AFTER you are done fishing or you’ll scare the fish away.
Did you bring any weights for our lines? Mine keeps drifting…
Oh, the waiting!
Whatever it was, it’s cemented (i.e., “stuck”) in their memories.
These are not the wise guys, they’re the old guys.