After I've written certain posts, I always think, what in the world am I thinking revealing such personal things about me and my life? Sometimes it's easier to talk to anonymous bloggers than it is to confide in a close friend.
Infernal, I have been smacked with that blasted fish so often recently that I have had to go out and buy a special soap - antipiscine lather. Leaves you smelling clean and fish... I mean fresh, a long, long time after a hefty trout smacking.
Now, if you'd like one of those patented Hotaka hugs:
Gnnnnnnhh!
Oh, wow! Did you hear that? I think your vertebrae are now properly aligned again.
Great! Just great. I didn't see that coming. Now I have to go out and buy that bloody cephalopod soap too!
Oh, bugger. There's a tentacle stuck to my left cheek.
And I think someone oughtta cod-fish clobber silverW. He's getting to be like the gestapo with these darn aquatic critters. Keep him away from the fish market I tell you!
Think you're funny, eh? How about a tuna tustle? A flounder pounder? An octopus orgy?
Ugh! No, forget the octopus orgy.
Bukkake? Should I Wiki that, silverbuddy?
{pike strikes silverW while he loses his grip on the porpoise}
Oh, you got the coelacanth first. Be careful. That thing is a living fossil.
{waves humuhumunukunukuapua'a at silverW}
I don't even have to hit you with this. Just watching you try to say the name is revenge enough.
Revenge is mine!
Sorry again about the sunfish on D6fer's post. Good night and don't forget to mop the floor before jadestar comes back and sees the mess.
{puffer pummels infernal before running for the door}