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Nothing like a Few Steelhead Trout

Nothing like a Few Steelhead Trout

I came home one night a couple of weeks ago after being out the local bar. I was pretty straight, not on a big tear that particular night, and I noticed a bad smell in the house. I went into the kitchen to see where it's coming from and my brother was standing up by the stove frying something up and he's drunk as a skunk; swaying back and forth and hanging on to the stove to keep from falling. I asked what he was cooking and he said there was some fish cakes on the counter when he got home and he was hungry so he decided to cook them up. I said "'I think they're bad or something". So I went over and looked and it wasn't fish cakes he had in the frying pan - it was 4 of those brillo steel wool pads.

 

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