I’d Rather Be Fishing. But just barely.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Unless it’s the kind where you have to stand in the water. If that’s what you’re suggesting, you can just take that pole and shove it up your ass.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. For Compliments. At a Bar. With a Sad Face On.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Goring a worm and then drowning it in freezing, rushing water seems more charitable than forcing humans to work in an office.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Hell, I’d rather be in the emergency room after getting a hook through the cheek than be here. I might even take the next day off, too.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. As long as you don’t feel the same way. A big part of this is us not being in the same place.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Has a fish ever asked you where you hope to be in ten years? And if it did, wouldn’t you just swing it by the fishing line and bash it on the pavement?
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Drunk.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Certainly more than I want to make wise graphic design decisions for my bumper stickers.
I’d Rather Be Fishing. Or at least I’d rather have people believe that then seeing the Creed bumper sticker underneath this one.