I need stronger fishin line :/

 Had 3 huge fish on my line today. Snapped line every time! Saturdays have become fishing days in my house now that there aren't any ball games. We load the cooler, lanterns, tackle box & bait (I like shrimp, Loser prefers worms) into the truck and strap 8 fishing poles to the top of the truck and yell at the twatwaffles to get in or get left.
 We left today for our normal spot which is 5 minutes from the house. We live in the woods so it's always quiet. We get there and there are already 7 people in our frakin spot! We decide to take a quick trip *ha* across the county line and see how the fishin was over there. A 45 minute drive through some of the deepest woods I had ever been in and we see water!
 EVERYBODY OUT! Poles down, hooked and baited. Cooler and everything else left in the truck until we see how the fish bite. Needless to say, We left at 11pm.
 I feel a nibble on my hook, See my bobber acting like a, epileptic with parkinsons and start reeling. Get it to land, See how big this blue whale on the end of my line is and *pop*. Damn. All before the rest of the freaks could even get thier lines in the water. 
 I need stonger line. Now it's personal. I will be back tomorrow with more shrimp.
 Loser has requested fishing and fried chicken for Father's Day. I can sit on the creek bank until the game warden kicks my redneck ass out. But I have agreed to fry chicken. I only get half a day to catch my nemesis. My twatwaffles can walk down the bank and find thier own freakin spot. I taught them to rig thier own poles just so I could fish in peace and not hear thier whining. "MOM! My weights fell off" Then you should have put then on right. Now go away and don't spill my *juice*. "MOM! I lost my hook!" Then learn to tie a tighter knot and don't spill my *juice*. "MOM! My line is snagged!" I know darlin, Those stump bass are a bitch. Don't knock over my ashtray water bottle. *DISCLAIMER* COME ON PEOPLE! IF YOU SMOKE, DON'T LEAVE YOUR CRAP ALL OVER THE PLACE!
 I did catch a good size bream. The kids and Loser caught some pretty catfish. The oldest bloodsucker's boyfriend caught either a bowfin or a snakeshead. We're still in deliberation.