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April 15, 2006

See This Little Fishie Here? He Called a Red Snappah


And his little protected tail fins are why I'm gonna be cookin' breakfast for major dad and the Squid Terrorist at 0430 Central time (That's 4 1/2 hours from now.), since his little fishie fishin' season open fust thang tomorrow moanin'. And the sharks are circling.

And salivatin'.

And ah am a good wife ~ I don care what the bathroom wall says.

Posted by tree hugging sister at April 15, 2006 12:48 AM

Comments

What, exactly, does that bathroom wall say?

Posted by: Ken Summers at April 15, 2006 07:26 PM

The day I see anything in a club about my mother on a stall wall is the day someone dies a horrific deskinned death. ...And a swift departure from Pensacola to boot. Luckily, Pensacola is filled with odd geeky drinkers. Every stall in Seville has "JLP"...Jean Luke Picard...scratched into it's fake wood posterior. So no matter the spies, the information is hardly available. Weird damn town.

Posted by: Ebola at April 17, 2006 01:57 AM