So I started to walk into the water. I won’t lie to you boys, I was terrified! But I pressed on and as I made my way past the breakers a strange calm came over me. I don’t know if it was divine intervention or the kinship of all living things but I tell you Jerry at that moment I was a marine biologist!
The sea was angry that day my friends, like an old man trying to return soup at a deli!
I got about fifty-feet out and then suddenly the great beast appeared before me. I tell ya he was ten stories high if he was a foot. As if sensing my presence he gave out a big bellow. I said, “Easy big fella!” And then as I watched him struggling I realized something was obstructing his breathing. From where I was standing I could see directly into the eye of the great fish!
Then from out of nowhere a huge tidal wave lifted, tossed like a cork and I found myself on top of him face to face with the blow-hole. I could barely see from all of the waves crashing down on top of me but I knew something was there so I reached my hand and pulled out the obstruction!
am i missing the political aspect?
as an aside, i was told i have always misinterpeted “angry like an old man returning soup”
i thought the sea was like the soup as it sloshed around the bowl that is being carried unsteadily.
Not just that it was angry like the old man getting no attention
mammal
What is that a Titleist? A hole in one eh.
whatever
