A visitor from Buffalo was strolling along the California surf one morning.
During his walk he came upon a fellow, fishing pole clutched in his hands, sound asleep against the side of a huge coastal rock.
Just then the pole began to jerk violently.
"Hey, there!" cried the visitor as he roused the fisherman.
"Look out there! You have a bite."
"So I do," yawned the drowsy one glancing out at the water.
"If you don't mind, will you pull in the line for me?"
The visitor, somewhat surprised, did as he was requested.
"Now, mister," continued the fisherman, "put some fresh bait on the hook and cast the line out for me."
Again the visitor complied.
After doing so he turned to the lazy angler.
"You know," he declared, "anyone as lazy as you ought to get married and have a son to do these things for him."
"That's a good idea," beamed the fisherman. "Know where I could find a pregnant woman?"
During his walk he came upon a fellow, fishing pole clutched in his hands, sound asleep against the side of a huge coastal rock.
Just then the pole began to jerk violently.
"Hey, there!" cried the visitor as he roused the fisherman.
"Look out there! You have a bite."
"So I do," yawned the drowsy one glancing out at the water.
"If you don't mind, will you pull in the line for me?"
The visitor, somewhat surprised, did as he was requested.
"Now, mister," continued the fisherman, "put some fresh bait on the hook and cast the line out for me."
Again the visitor complied.
After doing so he turned to the lazy angler.
"You know," he declared, "anyone as lazy as you ought to get married and have a son to do these things for him."
"That's a good idea," beamed the fisherman. "Know where I could find a pregnant woman?"
