Posted on 06/20/2008 2:50:54 PM PDT by blam
Only because you’re lacking fiber in your diet.
Should I send you a “Thank You” cod for that line?
Stormy weather....
Am I alone, here? OK. Y’all asked for it!
(Sorry. It’s the best I could do, and I spent at least an hour trying to find it. It sounds better with music....)
The Fish Song
It was April the Forty-first, being a quadruple leapyear;
I was driving in downtown Atlantis.
My Barracuda was in the shop, so I was in a rented Stingray,
and it was overheating.
So I pulled into a Shell station; they said I’d blown a seal.
I said, “Fix the damn thing and leave my private life out of it, okay, pal?”
While they were doing that, I walked over to a place called the Oyster Bar.
A real dive. But I knew the owner; he used to play for the dolphins.
I said, “HI GILL!” (You have to yell, he’s hard of herring.)
Chorus:
Think I had a wet dream, cruisin’ through the Gulf stream.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Wet dream.
Gill was also down on his luck.
Fact is, he was barely keeping his head below water.
I bellied up to the sandbar; he poured the usual: Rusty Snail, hold
the grunion, shaken, not stirred.
With a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich on the side, heavy on the mako.
I slipped him a fin, on porpoise.
I was feeling good; I even dropped a sand dollar in the box for Jerry’s Squids,
for the halibut.
Well, the place was crowded. We were packed in like sardines.
They were all there to listen to the big band sounds of Tommy Dorsal.
What sole. Tommy was rockin’ the place with a very popular tuna,
“Salmonchanted Evening”, and the stage was surrounded by screaming groupers,
Probably there to see the bass player.
One of them was this cute little yellowtail, and she was givin’ me the eye.
So I figured this was my chance for a little fun.
You know, piece of Pisces.
But she said things I just couldn’t fathom.
She was too deep, seemed to be under a lot of pressure.
Boy, could she drink. She drank like a...
She drank a lot.
I said, “What’s your sign?”
She said, “Aquarium.”
I said, “Great! Let’s get tanked!”
Chorus
I invited her up to my place for a little midnight bait.
I said, “C’mon baby, it’ll only take a few minnows.”
She threw me that same old line: “Not tonight, I got a haddock.”
And she wasn’t kidding, either, cause in came the biggest,
meanest looking haddock I’d ever seen come down the pike.
He was covered with mussels. He came over to me; he said, “Listen, Shrimp.
Don’t you come trollin’ around here.” What a crab.
This guy was steamed. I could see the anchor in his eyes.
I turned to him and I said, “Abalone! You’re just being shellfish.”
Well, I knew there was going to be trouble, and so did Gill,
cause he was already on the phone to the cods.
The haddock hits me with a sucker punch. I catch him with a left hook.
He eels over. It was a fluke, but there he was, lying on the deck,
flat as a mackerel, kelpless.
I said, “Forget the cods, Gill. This guy’s going to need a sturgeon.
Well, the yellowtail was impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend.
She came over to me; she said, “Hey, big boy, you’re really a game fish.
What’s your name?”
I said, “Marlin.”
Chorus
Well, from then on we had a whale of a time. I took her to dinner;
I took her to dance; I bought her a bouquet of flounders.
And then I went home with her.
And what did I get for my trouble? A case of the clams.
LOL!
So this duck walks into a pet store and says to the clerk, “Got any duck food?”
“No”, says the clerk, “we only sell dog food and cat food.”
“OK”, says the duck and walks out.
The next day the duck walks in the store and says “Uh, got any duck food?”
The clerk once again replies, “No, like I told you, we only sell cat food and dog food.”
“OK”, says the duck and walks out.
The next day the duck walks in the store and says “Uh, got any duck food?”
The clerk says “Hey look, I told you two times already that we only sell cat food and dog food!”
“OK”, says the duck and walks out.
The next day the duck walks in the store and says “Uh, got any duck food?”
This time the clerk yells “We don’t sell any duck food and if you come in here one more time asking, I am going to nail your little webbed feet to the ground!”
“OK”, says the duck and walks out.
The next day the duck walks in the store and says “Uh, got any nails?”
“No”, says the confused clerk.
The duck says, “Got any duck food?”
Am I alone, here?Wow. Uh, you're all by yourself somewhere, but don't worry, we're all way over here for ya. ;'D
A shipyard would not be abandoned without reason. Perhaps they had an economic meltdown when their Dems in their Congress refuse to allow opening of new copper mines. Their pharaoh was too young to have situational awareness and soon it was too late for an overriding Pharaonic Order.
Now that’s dumb.
Now that’s dumb.
I can’t see anything the mallard with it.
I thought it was a quack up!
I give up!
Waddle you do, now that you’ve given up?
After that post, I think I’m going to cry!
Eider that or have a glass of wine!
Well, maybe.
But it also could have been about a Pharaoh that refused to stand up for his own nation’s sovereignty and allowed such a massive inflow of illegal aliens that the local Egyptians just got pushed out.
Then, there was no one who read or spoke Egypese so no one had any clue where all the gear was stored up. And, as is usually the case, the massive influx of illegals then went about creating the exact same system and issues they were trying to run away from, so they ran away again to where ever the Egypters had resettled and built a decent functional program.
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