PICTURES of my vacation in the Keys...

Discussion in 'General Mayhem' started by Lomotil, Oct 17, 2006.

  1. Lomotil

    Lomotil Active Member

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    Our first beach visit, 'Doggy beach' - only way to get there is by boat, so we had the whole fucking island to ourselves.




    Local fauna:




    The deer that they hold sacred (Key Deer, an endangered species):



    One of several fishing trips:







    Yum yum!



    Key West:





    Caption this pic:



    Hemingway house, in Key West (and the six-toed cats of lore):




    Before and after the Dali museum:




    New Orleans:




     
  2. Lomotil

    Lomotil Active Member

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    *EDIT* - Hemingway's cats, take two:

     
  3. phatboy

    phatboy New Member

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    You know lomo, if I didnt know any better, I would say you have it bad for this chick, she looks likes she's fun. But I will share some advice with you that I got from a very wise man,

    "All women are crazy".
     
  4. ucicare

    ucicare Active Member

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    "selective episodic psychosis"

    Women are born with the gene.

    Nice pictures Lomo. What kind of fish was that?
     
  5. Dwaine Scum

    Dwaine Scum New Member

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    the dead kind
     
  6. phatboy

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    The kind that smell like poon.
     
  7. Joeslogic

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    You know he is over his ex when he calls her a six-toed cat.
     
  8. phatboy

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    I guess its better to be cat toed than camel toed.
     
  9. MAJ Havoc

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    Is that like pussy-footin'?
     
  10. Lomotil

    Lomotil Active Member

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    She can be fun...

    The fish is a Yellowtail Snapper. We anchored at a depth of 90 ft, used cut up Ballyhoo as bait, and just started pulling them outta the water. Didn't take long for the sharks to find us and snag our catch off the line while we were pulling them up. At one point, the school of snappers got close enough to the surface for us to see them - hundreds upon hundreds, fading away into the blue. Spectacular sight, I tell ya.
     

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