>Be anon, turbomanletcel.
>Out at sea a bit past The Keys.
>Pumped up on the excellent and ready to mog some fucking fish with my tactical rod.
>On the second best non-commercial fishing vessel I have ever had the pleasure of boarding.
>Burned like six fat blunts with my tall normie friend, some tweaked out boomer, and the normie's girlfriend.
>High as fuck and feeling like geniuses using a satellite map to find a specific spot we randomly thought would be based to fish in.
>After arriving we cast out and get some healthy tugs within a few minutes.
>Normie and I are both trying to reel in some big ass fish.
>He loses it so pulls back in and comes over to watch me.
>I was already nervous because I thought I looked weak struggling to bring in the heavy fish.
>My manlet social anxiety kicks in and I start huffing and puffing like a pathetic tryhard weakling.
>The fish stops fighting for a second and that's when I turn the tides of the tug of war.
>Fucker is over the water and I'm looking him in the eye and feeling like I am mogging the fuck out of him.
>He's in, flopping on my flip flop and shitting a bit.
>It's a king mackeral, a pretty decent sized example that appeared nicely vibrant and healthy in it's colors.
>It's time to hold it up for a picture to post on the old guy's IG.
>The cocksucker starts flailing around hard as fuck when I hold it upright.
>My little manlet body is thrown off balance with by the power of this fucking fish flapping.
>Right as I think about how much of a loser I look like, my light body is flung half overboard by this fish.
>I panic and lose control of the fish AND IT GETS AWAY.
>The mogger has become the mogged (although I was never really a mogger).
>I hold back the tears of deep manlet humiliation.
>I sit down and chug beers while watching normie cast out again.
>He gets a pull pretty quickly.
>He reels the fish in, struggling a bit but far less than me.
>It's on deck in no time and fuck my life, this fish is a much better example than the one I pulled.
>It's almost a crime to eat it instead of put it on the wall, better than mine in every way.
>IT'S THE SAME FISH THAT GOT AWAY FROM HIM EARLIER BECAUSE IT HAS THE HOOK WOUND FROM THE LAST TIME.
>It returned to be sacrificed to my tallfag normie friend.
>The fish submitted to his genetics and came back to fucking die.
>Once again, old guy wants to take a picture.
>The fish is flailing around violently in the normie's arms.
>BUT IT GOES LIMP IN WHEN HE HOLDS IT UPRIGHT! LIKE THE FUCKING FISH IS SUBMITTING TO HIS TALLFAG HEIGHT.
>My fish didn't fucking respect me like that. His fish looks like it is knowingly getting MOGGED TO DEATH and not even putting up a fight.
>Perfect picture for him, and his height compared to the upright fish looks masculine whole the same fish would mog me in a picture.
>Extremely vantablackpilled voyage back to the shore.
>We us a private dock on a friend's property and grill our catches on his beach.
>I feel like a little bitch while eating the fish, even though I was entrusted with seasoning and grill operational duties.
>I get drunk and go home at four in the morning.
>I measure my height and cry in a cold shower.
>This is why I got into gymceling and totally legal performance enhancing health supplements.
>I tell you this to let you know that I don't get mogged by fish anymore.
>The fish respect me more now, I feel like I am doing UFC submissions when they are in my grasp.
>But I am still haunted by that brutal day.
TL;DR
I am a manlet who was mogged by a large fish while hanging out with friends and it was embarrassing. I have bulked up now and I can defeat the fish easily. I know I cannot mog and look as sexually desirable to women as male dogs do, but I certainly won't get mogged by fish. If a foid has to choose between fucking me and fucking a fish and she has no other options, I know she'll be forced to fuck me if she wants to get any real fucks at all. I don't get mogged on the water anymore, I am a mogger at sea now.
>Out at sea a bit past The Keys.
>Pumped up on the excellent and ready to mog some fucking fish with my tactical rod.
>On the second best non-commercial fishing vessel I have ever had the pleasure of boarding.
>Burned like six fat blunts with my tall normie friend, some tweaked out boomer, and the normie's girlfriend.
>High as fuck and feeling like geniuses using a satellite map to find a specific spot we randomly thought would be based to fish in.
>After arriving we cast out and get some healthy tugs within a few minutes.
>Normie and I are both trying to reel in some big ass fish.
>He loses it so pulls back in and comes over to watch me.
>I was already nervous because I thought I looked weak struggling to bring in the heavy fish.
>My manlet social anxiety kicks in and I start huffing and puffing like a pathetic tryhard weakling.
>The fish stops fighting for a second and that's when I turn the tides of the tug of war.
>Fucker is over the water and I'm looking him in the eye and feeling like I am mogging the fuck out of him.
>He's in, flopping on my flip flop and shitting a bit.
>It's a king mackeral, a pretty decent sized example that appeared nicely vibrant and healthy in it's colors.
>It's time to hold it up for a picture to post on the old guy's IG.
>The cocksucker starts flailing around hard as fuck when I hold it upright.
>My little manlet body is thrown off balance with by the power of this fucking fish flapping.
>Right as I think about how much of a loser I look like, my light body is flung half overboard by this fish.
>I panic and lose control of the fish AND IT GETS AWAY.
>The mogger has become the mogged (although I was never really a mogger).
>I hold back the tears of deep manlet humiliation.
>I sit down and chug beers while watching normie cast out again.
>He gets a pull pretty quickly.
>He reels the fish in, struggling a bit but far less than me.
>It's on deck in no time and fuck my life, this fish is a much better example than the one I pulled.
>It's almost a crime to eat it instead of put it on the wall, better than mine in every way.
>IT'S THE SAME FISH THAT GOT AWAY FROM HIM EARLIER BECAUSE IT HAS THE HOOK WOUND FROM THE LAST TIME.
>It returned to be sacrificed to my tallfag normie friend.
>The fish submitted to his genetics and came back to fucking die.
>Once again, old guy wants to take a picture.
>The fish is flailing around violently in the normie's arms.
>BUT IT GOES LIMP IN WHEN HE HOLDS IT UPRIGHT! LIKE THE FUCKING FISH IS SUBMITTING TO HIS TALLFAG HEIGHT.
>My fish didn't fucking respect me like that. His fish looks like it is knowingly getting MOGGED TO DEATH and not even putting up a fight.
>Perfect picture for him, and his height compared to the upright fish looks masculine whole the same fish would mog me in a picture.
>Extremely vantablackpilled voyage back to the shore.
>We us a private dock on a friend's property and grill our catches on his beach.
>I feel like a little bitch while eating the fish, even though I was entrusted with seasoning and grill operational duties.
>I get drunk and go home at four in the morning.
>I measure my height and cry in a cold shower.
>This is why I got into gymceling and totally legal performance enhancing health supplements.
>I tell you this to let you know that I don't get mogged by fish anymore.
>The fish respect me more now, I feel like I am doing UFC submissions when they are in my grasp.
>But I am still haunted by that brutal day.
TL;DR
I am a manlet who was mogged by a large fish while hanging out with friends and it was embarrassing. I have bulked up now and I can defeat the fish easily. I know I cannot mog and look as sexually desirable to women as male dogs do, but I certainly won't get mogged by fish. If a foid has to choose between fucking me and fucking a fish and she has no other options, I know she'll be forced to fuck me if she wants to get any real fucks at all. I don't get mogged on the water anymore, I am a mogger at sea now.
