We fished... for fatties! Fatties of all shapes, sizes, ages, flocked to us for our most scrumptious bait: donuts. Initially we planned to go to Power to the Peaceful that day, but we ended up tasking downtown instead...
We first went to the dollar store and bought a package of five or six donuts, then bought a dowel from Cole Hardware to make a rod. Finally, we sat down at Yerba Buena and strung it up. The first girl came, a chubby little strawberry blonde in a pink outfit. She screamed: "I want it!" and took it. That was our first fish. We didn't get a photo of it, because Bryce ended up downstairs a little too late to take photos. After this, we were soon removed from the vicinity by the Yerba Buena Fuzz. We continued over a Bart station, but it was relatively unsuccessful. Finally, we decided that teenagers were the best fatties one could find. Teenagers eat anything, and they eat it with gusto, so we went fishing on monday and tuesday in the quad at SOTA. Initially, people didn't know what to make of it, but eventually it gained popularity and we had a crowd by tuesday. It was an incredibly impassioned event, and was colored by the many different characters...we had:

a thief: a freshman trying to steal the donuts
Mexican partiers (I'm actually latin: I found this appropriate): Chason and his friend who fished also, but treated it like it was a piniata party...
proud man-ho-fish: A variation of a man-bear-pig that would not take the donuts from the line, but wanted it, watching from where the fishermen were.
Huck Finn: Which was Bryce in flannel and a straw hat. It worked ridiculously well...
A pirate enthusiast: who decided to get in on the action.
A jackboots: I still don't know what this means to us....
and a simple Creative Writer and a Visual artist. :]

After Tuesday we had gone through at least fifty-some donuts (or donut like pastries) and had thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Thanks much to Jake for the donut contribution! And to Chason for giving us money to do it again!