I think that dolphin in the pea coat stole my Elvis Costello CD. Along with a box of Rice Chex, a cast iron desk lamp, and the harmonica I got for Christmas a few years back.
Which just goes to show you: never trust a legless mammal. No matter how good his weed is, and no matter how many fucking sea monkeys he promises to send you once he gets “back to the coast.”
Damned, evil dolphins.
I want more posts about ketamine. If there ever was a drug ripe for use in satire, it’s ketamine.
Planet of the Apes meets Waterworld. Good things could not possibly come of this.
Isn’t Max Cleland a legless mammal?
Just asking.
(After his sickening performance on Hardball last week, I certainly don’t trust him, though I’d hardly expand that mistrust to all legless vets.)
dolphins have some kind of weird facination with harmonicas. your giant squid, on the other hand, prefers the bass trombone