It’s like I’m a submarine who’s been confronted by a fish, and the fish just rubs his fish chin and puffs on his fish pipe and then assures me in no uncertain terms that I am not, in fact, submerged under water. That’s how I feel just now.
I hope I can find a parking spot outside of Best Buy large enough to accomodate a U-boat.
Wait – how does he light his pipe if he is underwater?
They’re not underwater remember? That is, epistomowhaterly speaking or something. The real question is, how the hell did that fish learn to speak and smoke?
Maybe you should pick up U-571 while your there!
Although…while that’s a pretty good WWII sub movie, it doesn’t hold a candle to The Hunt for Red October…maybe you should get that instead.
For that matter, how does a fish fart in 10,000 feet of water?
epistomowhaterly=epistomowhateverly. I suck at spelling the words I make up.
It could be one o’ them magnesium pipes…
… and dont eat anymore sea mushroom, no matter what the hookah smoking Sea Bass says.
Well, said fish IS right then. Ain’t no way he’s gonna find a sub at 10,000 feet; intact that is
Obviously, Jeff’s been watching “The Incredible Mr. Limpet” again.
… it’s my right as a human being to come to this conclusion based on whatwhat might seem to others to be a limited set of data.
However, no higher truth is needed – or, indeed, available and Jeff himself cannot gainsay my strongly held belief about his viewing habits as it is both strongly held and my belief.
… fwiw, I agree with the verdict, other than the ‘served alcohol to minors’ .. but then I don’t know how the evidence aligned with the charge. Were the charge more along the lines of ‘failure to prevent children from consuming alcohol’ rather than ‘supplying alcohol’ then I would be less inclined to give the jury the benefit of the doubt.
As to the case itself, there’s a certain point in the concatenation of events where ‘reasoable’ becomes ‘vanishingly small chance’ and I would, were I a juror bring that point up repeatedly.
Doesn’t explain how a fish can pass gas 10,000 feet underwater.
The 10th Anniversary Edition of Casino is released today with “never-before-seen-footage”!
The question is, how can Joe Pesci breathe in 10,000 feet of water wearing those cement overshoes?
And why not use an aluminum bat instead of the standard ash Louisville Slugger when breaking kneecaps? The wooden bat is susceptible to breaking if the brand is not up.
Me,
What you fail to grasp is that “10,000 feet” is an artificial construct of your patriarchal and Eurocentric western “reality”. As is, for that matter, the idea of “water” and the concept of one being “over” or “under” it. There are therefore no fish 10,000 feet—or in fact, at any so-called “depth” (another term loaded with artificial meaning)—“under” a “water”.
As for the fish passing gas, is it not the gas that passes (through, it could be argued) the fish?
Actually it’s just me trying to pass “time”.
I think.
U-571? The Hunt for Red October? Bah.
Das Boot. Or maybe Crimson Tide.
If it was me dealing with this uppity fish, I’d be thinking lemon, butter…
Hey, a McGehee sighting!