I have it.
The irrational (or is it completely rational?) fear that someone is going to buy me a “Big Mouth Billy Bass” for Christmas.
Holy Shit!!! When I read the thread title, I said to myself, “Self,” I said, “That’s gotta mean fear of receiving the Billy Bass as a gift!”
Sometimes I impress myself. Though not often.
So, Euty, what’s your mailing address? 
::crosses “Billy Bass” of her shopping list::
And men say women are hard to shop for…
Off, damn it!
even worse than that is Triscadectaichthytaxidermanatividadaphobia which is the fear of receiving thirteen “Big Mouth Billy Basses” for Christmas
Damn, now I don’t know what I’m gonna with that Billy Bass. Any takers?..Nahh I didn’t think so.
This reminds me very little of Gary Larson’s Luposlipophobia (i.e., the fear of being chased by wolves around a kitchen table on a freshly waxed floor while wearing only socks.)
PS: Proud to say I figured the title out without opening the thread.
But, Euty, think of how nice it would look on top of the tree…
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum!
“Damn, Vegelene, get me another beer. That’s the purtiest tree I ever seen. You sure have a way with stinkbait and tinsel!”
Mmm… I missed it. Thought it was the fear of seeing the movie Jaws on cable over and over again…
“The taxidermy man gonna have a heart attack when he sees what I brung 'em!”
I too made a pretty good stab at the title’s meaning before opening the thread. As I posted in another thread, we were already the victim of an ambush-style SBB gifting, so I sypmathize with your fear. All I can say is that, if it happens, it’s just the way you’d imagine it to be.
SO cygnus was travelling in the less cosmopolitan areas of Kentucky a couple weeks ago and, during a call home, related that, in the truck-stop-like location from which he was calling, there was a large display of not only Billy Bass, but two MORE singing stuffed fish - if memory serves, he said they were a trout and a salmon, but I confess that I do not recall their names, and he didn’t tell me what songs they sang. Business takes him to this area of KY occasionally, and we were mildly mortified but completely unsurprised to learn about this line extension. Doubtless many people in that rather rural area will be finding Tommy Trout (or whatever) under their tree this year.
And you know, most will not be displeased.
Can’t you get a salve or unguent to cure that, Euty?
Wait a sec. Wasn’t that a hit by Iron Butterfly?
Ichthytaxidermanativida, baby… don’t you know that I love you…
Right?
However, I have to say…we’re buying one for my dad for Christmas. My dad is just the kind of folk who actually kikes this kind of thing.
Um…that would be likes…
cygnus, your absolutely correct about the rip-offs. There’s a trout, a salmon, and a catfish. Incidentaly, the trout actually IS named “Tommy Trout”.
How do I know this? During a recent trip to Rite-Aid, I saw all of these monstrosities, including the orriginal Big-Mouth Billy Bass. As a protest against the man, I set them all up in the aisles like a choir, pushed all the buttons at once, the proceeded to dance around like an idiot. Quite entertaining, disregarding the dirty looks the cashier gave me.
Check this out. Click on The Dumbass Bass, turn the volume up, and watch him get the shit beat out of him.
You know, I know someone who actually bought one of those for his father for father’s day. Yeah, he is a strange child.
You should know that Bass-kiking is illegal in most of the USA and Canada. Tell your dad to be careful m’kay?
Don’t forget Rocky, the singing Lobster. I don’t remember what songs he sings, but I was really hoping it would Rock Lobster by the B-52s. Now that’s comedy!
Rose
What a shame.
By the subject heading I was hoping that you were looking for tips on how to taxiderm a fish. I could help you…