I'm supposed to get off the Rock next week right before the Turkey Rush and it looks like TSA wants to radiate Junior Sandinista with tachyon particles or even better...give him a lil rub rub. Bring it. Might have to break out the slacks for this trip. This whole thing reminds me of Boogie Nights for some reason. Anywho, I probably won't duct tape an eight pack of hot dogs and put it down my pants now not because of TSA but that I'm not done fishing yet. JC and a side of rice, get me out of here! This whole fall reminds me of a hypothetical situation a friend of mine and I used to debate; for a million dollars would you say in Kodiak the rest of yer life?
