…Speaking of which, if Amber Frey were a bed of long-grain wild rice, do you suppose Scott Peterson would’ve slept with her that first night—or would he simply have gobbled her down with a piece of grilled rockfish and a small arugula salad, then gone home to Laci and offered her a footrub?
Sturgeon.
can I get the instructions that go with the encoder ring mailed to me, or do I have to buy another box of cracker hax? not that I need it to guess that the footrub’s not happening.
I keep telling you Jeff, don’t eat just any mushrooms you find growing over the septic tank.
Cheese Dip!
maybe it’s not just Jeff… I could swear that there was something else there a while ago… and look, now it’s a fish. swear to buddha.
this post … lacks cohesion.
Mulch.
I find the dudgeon paritally insubstantial.
Mulch a sturgeon? Sturgeon Mulch? Hmmmm… Combine that with the name “Stanley Fish”, throw in “rockfish” for good measure, add the number three, and what have you got?
A disgusting gardening compost and a headache.
Word of warning: mulching a sturgeon turns out to be much harder than it sounds. I’m no closer to an answer to Jeff’s puzzle and I believe I’ve destroyed my wood chipper in the process.
Everyone knows that hallibut makes the best mulch anyway. But only on alternate Tuesdays.
I saw a dudgeon smoking weed once. It was not mellow.
Emulsions milcted.
Look at the monkey!
Ergo, nuts.