"Your mama!" "My mama what?" "Your mama wears

"Your mama!" "My mama what?" "Your mama wears fish stockings!" It was true. There was a tangle of mackerel, sardine & puffer fish caught in them. But my mama was the fishwife
, and my papa was Fishmael. But enough about animal husbandry. I didn't like herring my mama being insulted. So I walked up to him and did the fish-slapping dance.
I didn't realize my actions were considered vulgar & I was tossed out on my tail. I had a bone to pick with Fishmael. The scales fell from my eyes last year when Beluga
Ornaughteericum waved his big hypnotic fins. Beluga Ornaughteericum arrived through typhoon and he helped see clearly. Everything was wiped clean and now, the sparkling truth
Hung there in warm low salinity high krill infused deep trench ocean water where it could be seen from all approaches. We thought for sure this would settle the matter all together
but it only served to enrage the sea monkeys, who had reserved that spot for their annual convention over nine months ago. And they only live for about five days, anyway.
Detective Manatee inspected the glassware and had it replaced. Sea monkeys didn't like dirty dishes. Chef Johann washed them to specifications. It was six hours later when
he finished. His fingers were wrinkled like prunes. Detective Manatee offered to wash Chef Johann's next round of dishes for him. He splashed around in the sink so much that
Chef Johann cast a glance & screamed:"Honey, I shrunk Det. Manatee!" He & his wife peered into the sink where Manatee swam, now the size of a catfish. "Quick, the enlarging serum!"
Manatee tried to evade the needle. His thoughts so concentrated, he thought he might become the next Simenon. But the needle found him, and he plopped out of the sink, imprisoned.

Started: 2014-08-21 03:49:40
Finished: 2018-01-04 23:01:18

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