My friend, you misunderstand me, and in your lack of comprehension, wound me deeply. Sunil has confessed his crime, weathered the disapprobation of the bretheran, and sought absolution on the alter of the mighty smallmouth. I have therefore been laboring to supply him with a hearty stock of Tennessee brownbacks. These fish are guaranteed to turn their noses up at the odd stinkbug, they are apparently posessed of higher standards than their Pennsylvania cousins. Their vigorous pursuit has occupied every waking moment for weeks.
You see? You have mistaken overenthusiastic ovid endeavors for an earnest attempt at rehabilitation of one of the brothers who has lost his way.
I will ignore the other references to the character and characteristics of my fellow Tennesseans only if you will promise to send the "victory burrito" my way. We have a growing Hispanic population in this state, but good Mexican food is still hard to come by.
