The rest of the WB story...
This is the actual account of WB's Saturday. For the most part, this is the truth as bests as I cam recall.
About 8:21 I decided to call WB and see how they were doin. Ya see, it was rainin on us and he had made mention the day before that the Bs ain't got no rain suit and I was werried sick about them gettin wet. Any how I called and the conversation was like this:
Minner: Hey gewber, you got your one fesh yet?
WB: Naw, I ain't got mine yet but the boys have got their 7. you got your fesh?
Minner: Yea, we been cullin fer aboit 17 minutes. Hmmm, what's wrong, you sound dejected?
WB: They won't let me fesh.
Minner: That's a good thang. They doin it fer ya own good. What size fesh are they ketchin?
WB: well, our 7 fesh weigh around 14lbs.
Minner: Who put you on em? Did the B's find em too?
WB: Naw, they ain't found nuthin. Feelay gave me the coordinates.
Minner: Well that's great. Oh by the way, I'm gonna be on tv. The cm tv boat jus came by and got a shot of my purty face.
WB: TV, Bwahahahaha, I'm gonna be rich.
Minner: You got your license? Got your trailer secured to yo truck?
WB: Yea I got this under control. I even got ATM as a fan club waitin on me at the ramp. He's gonna help me load up all them gewbers money. He's gonna buy me supper fer me lettin him help.
Minner: Well, don't screw it up. Lemme talk to Gotta.
WB: K, here he is.
Gottabe: Hey Mr Minner. Did this gewber tell ya we smackin him?
Minner: Yea Gottabe, he did. That's what I wanna talk to you about. Will y'all please let him ketch a fesh? He'll be grouchy and will want me to stop by Nader on my way home and feed y'all if he don't ketch his one fesh. I promise ifn he can ketch one he will find somebody at the weigh in that has got some food left over in their boat and he will talk em out of it.
Gottabe: Don't werry bout us Mr Minner. What he don't know is that momma done fixed us some sammiches and we got em hid in the boat. We will survive. Also dad was in a good mood this mornin. He stopped and bought us a plain biscuit to share. We gonna let him ketch one, but it'll be after we get a big un in the boat. Once we get it, me & Gonnabe are goin to let him man all the poles and TM and we gonna eat our sammiches and giggle at his bald spot. Lemme go Mr Minner, Gonnabe has got another one on that I'm sure I'll hafta dip. See ya at the icecream store soon.
Minner: See ya later.
Well, after feshin all day and I'm at the weigh in of Crappiemasters, I get this call.
WB: Hey minner, how'd y'all do?
Minner: We did ok WB. We finished 7th and had the big fesh of the tourney. I wished we could've had your fesh though. How bad did you beat up on them gewbers.
WB: Well it's like this. How much money did y'all win?
Minner: Quit tryin to change the subject. We won $1135. Don't tell me you screwed up?
WB: Well not necessarily. We had enuff fesh to win 2nd place, but....
Minner: But what? What'd ya do, lose yo fesh, somebody steal em? Did ya give em away and try to weigh the pics?
WB: Naw, nuttin that stewpit. That's DD'ish. I was late fer the weigh in and they dq'ed us.
WB: Minner, speak to me, hello, can ya hear me now, c'mon minner, say sumptin.
Minner: JADA. Click.
