One time, on Spring break, my friends and me had a fun, interesting time. One particular moment stood out the most. It was the funniest, most immature part of the trip. My friend Geramy and I decided to go "fizzlin," slang for fishing. We went to our usual spot, the bridge at the lake near the condos. There were so many pin fish in the lake that we could literally swipe a line through the water and snag a random fish on its back. After a while, all of the girls came out to the lake and onto the bridge. I had just caught another fish, when Melissa decided to criticize the clothes I was wearing. This is a story about Melissa, a fish, and the best cast anyone could ever imagine.
             The quote "There are a million other fish in the sea" was literal in our case. After I caught this fish, Melissa began to whine and criticize as usual, saying, "Cullie, why are you not wearing a shirt?"
             " 'Cause, Melissa, I'm fizzlin' in a hundred degree weather."
             "So, we are 'bout to go out to dinner!"
             "You are, stupid, I'm not, so shut up!"
             "Uh! Whatever Cullie, you are so immature!"
             "Actually, I'm being careless 'cause I'm on vacation, so once again, please SHUT UP!"
             After that, she did, for about thirty seconds. Unfortunately, she could not seem to resist having the final word. As I reeled in my forty-second catch of the day, she muttered, "Butthole..."
             This obviously sent me over the edge, but I wanted to be funny about it. I slammed the fish that I had just caught on the bridge three or four times. I reared back, finger on the cast-release button on the fishing rod, and flung the fish twenty or thirty feet heading for Melissa.
             The dead fish sailed through the air swiftfully, like a hawk diving for its prey. The decapitated fish was so pungent, I could almost see a green stinch trailing b...