life's a beach, and then you die.....
Sam the striper here had better days. When Bill Barnard and I had made his acquaintance last fall, he was looking a little pale around the gills. he had been fooled by a deceiver, stripped of some nice fillets (he was proud of them shoulders -been working out at a gym for several months), and then tossed back into the drink.
He floated inland while he contemplated his new svelte self. But the tide left him stranded , his new flanks got burned in the sun, and then some black back had the audacity to peck out and eat his eyeballs, and worst yet, his cheeks.
He shudda stayed in school.
Sam the striper here had better days. When Bill Barnard and I had made his acquaintance last fall, he was looking a little pale around the gills. he had been fooled by a deceiver, stripped of some nice fillets (he was proud of them shoulders -been working out at a gym for several months), and then tossed back into the drink.
He floated inland while he contemplated his new svelte self. But the tide left him stranded , his new flanks got burned in the sun, and then some black back had the audacity to peck out and eat his eyeballs, and worst yet, his cheeks.
He shudda stayed in school.
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