Charlie the Tuna’s fin trembled as he downed yet another Captain Morgan. Other patrons steered clear of the mumbling fish, leaving the bartender the only one around he could talk to.
“You ever see what they do to salmon?”
“Easy there Charlie. How about ya slow down?”
“It’s barbaric! And they use those stupid little things… capers!”
“How about’s I call ya a cab?”
“And they’ve got pictures on the walls of how to dismember ‘em! Graphic graphics! Sal… sal… he was… *sniff*…”
“Ya sure Charlie? Sal was just in yesterday…”
“Yeah? Yeah!?!? Well, he won’t be here today… Sal…”
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