A Magic Motherfucker

I used to fish with a guy named Armando. We drank beer and smoked weed all day, finally we ran out of beer, but the fish were still biting, so we didn’t want to go to the liquor store. I told Mando, “All right motherfucker, here goes my magic cast.” I slung a treble hook over my shoulder into the Fox River in Wisconsin. I felt something tug on the line and I pulled in 5 cold cans of Old-Style Beer stuck together in a plastic ring. Mando almost fainted. True story, no bullshit.