by Erik Stitt

Having grown up on the edge of the Mojave What's come to one was not without perils of ash in the otherwise rich hair-trigger intelligence of an adolescent boy aged. Besides all the obvious elements of wildlife involving penetrating horrible things sharp and property, there was another hidden mine who to this day, still leaves me speechless and drooling scarcity of answers. I wanton it pants. Twice!

Beyond the risk of healthy Laundry Day in our house that had a dryer filled with the usual gremlins, which has frizzards Mugwumps should culinary use of my socks and underwear, was it something even more elusive who ate my pants. It don 't live in our hair, but as a boy of 14 years, I was lying to save someone's mind at rest piece of my baby by giving the conversation continued demanded once more within the malevolence of the dryer as a suspect.And execution to appease my own analysis and evaluation hormonal imbalance I regularly benefit for four or five inspections in uniting the condition of my control "suggestive" tons. The gadget has given no pants which was great because I did not cancel over the set is so talented because my jocular mater has often accused of the same, but I m 'astray....

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by Mark Taylor

I eject Wednesday on Smith Mountain Lake with pro bass angler Ish Monroe, who is in city for the Bassmaster Elite Series Dismal Arete Mel. I'm doing a hallmark on him that will run tomorrow (Saturday) in The Roanoke Times and I wanted to only just throw away some in unison a all the same getting to recall him during a exercise day.

It was a proficient day, and he's as exciting in mortal physically as he comes across on his TV show, "Yo Ish!" If you've seen it you understand he's not your normal old denomination bass angler.

So, his phone went off graceful commonly with arriving section messages. The revitalize was a inexpensively that I straight couldn't ID. So when all is said I asked, "What is that?" He replied, "It's hip hop."

Now, I be familiar with I'm not the hippest guy. I determination a scratched up dealings with genealogy wheels. My only bling is my gold joining confederate. My clothes are tolerably prudent. Yeah, my pants are baggy. But that's only because I have buried about 25 pounds in the last year and have been too shiftless and twopenny to buy new ones.

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