They knew that we were onto them starting a union, and all of our beach warnings and coast guard patrols were hampering their progress.
Ever notice that since september 11 we really haven’t WORRIED ABOUT THE SHARKS? Interesting eh?
Go on…worry about anthrax, worry about terrorism. If you don’t mind, I’ll be waiting for the great and terrible shark revolution destined for our shores.
Hail Sharks, please do not eat me. I fear your wrath.
Sure, laugh at me Violet. go ahead. We’ll see how hard your laughing when you’re working in the dank, horrid Shark Salt mines as an electrified collar slave.
Sharks Shmarks. I fear no revolution from those without opposable thumbs. Plus as you’ve already mentioned, Testaverde could be a big help. Not to fight them or anything, but we could throw him at the sharks and run away very fast while they ate him.
Now bonobos on the other hand. Never trust a species that enjoys sex as much as humans. For a cite, check out this page: http://wwwww.blockbonobofoundation.org/(remove the extra w’s. You shouldn’t be opening this page at work, and I don’t wanna hear about it from someone who accidently does).
I’m not worried about the Sharks. Why? Because I’m a Jet! And we Jets can take the Sharks any day, as long as Officer Krupke doesn’t come and bust our chops.
[singing]“When you’re a Jet, you’re always a Jet from your first cigarette to your last dying day…”
