Thompson and Hemingway
Both had beautiful mountain paradises as homes, and yet still blew their brains out in both houses, with wives. How desperate must you be to make that assessment? I mean really. What is it with writers that are successful? I write this because I bushwhacked the Big Wood River until I found myself in Papa's backyard. I just can't imagine becoming that despondent in such a grandiose local.
You have to love this one.
posted by Mark at 9:43 PM
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Underhill you aren't wanted here. Get out and stay out. I'd break the beer bottle over your ignorant muddled head and it probably wouldn't even register. I'll take Hemingway and Thompson over the wingnuts you side with, and I have war heroes in my family all the way back to medievel England.
You have no idea about self-worth you worthless scared troll hiding in the bushes. No pun intended winger. Get out, you can't match me with any idea, and anyone can se you haven't. Every post is personal moron, but of course as a vanity press troll you don't know the difference.
All posts will be deleted on sight.
You're a fool vanity boy.
What you are is a troll from Roger Simon's. Goodbye. Flush!
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Lee Vining Creek eh? I drove past on the way up here. I caught a nice brown on a hopper in Silver Creek. Some rainbows too.
Roger Simon is a screenwriter and blogger that hosts a community of wingers. When folks are cowards there is no telling who they are online. That's why they're called trolls. Buck it up man. Grow a spine and say who you are.
And never fish with worms. That's for cretins and amateurs. Hills Bros #10.
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