I made the mistake of walking past a whole bin of those suckers at Waccamaw with my husband a while back. We were fine until he spotted one pillow that looked like a great white shark. Next thing I knew, he was acting like a three year old and begging me to buy it for him. I tried to reason with him but it was futile. Next thing I know, we’re in the checkout with a 5ft long shark pillow.
However I do have my petty revenge. I refuse to let it on the bed!
No. Really. Don’t do it. I play tapes of fingernails scratching chalkboards to drown out the sound of this stupid bass. For the sake of all that is good and right…DON"T DO IT!
The “happy” people in the commercial are merely drugged.
I’m rather concerned about its grip on my four year old!
There is a Christmas edition of the singing fish. One was delivered to my office, and started singing in the box. Damn near called out the bomb squad, especially since it had likely been singing since it had been loaded in the delivery truck and now sounded like a laconic Barry White.
[sidenote]
I finally got rid of a 6-foot stuffed dolphin that Roommate had won for me at a fair. Scared the bejeebers out of the bird and the cat wouldn’t go near it.
Anyone want a 5 foot Shamu? Roommate won it years ago at a carnival game at SeaWorld. {Though there is a funny story attached - I was walking around the park with this monstrosity (trust me, they get heavy after awhile) when a little kid (5 years old, maybe) walks out of the giftshop with his brand new Shamu stuffed animal (about a foot long, just the right size for him), all proud and happy with his new toy. I walked by with my 5 foot Shamu. The kid looked at my Shamu, looked at his Shamu, looked at my Shamu, and just started bawling.}
I think I need to aim my jokes lower–or maybe quit making them entirely. I suggested “Huey Long” (it now occurs to me to pronounce that “h-WAY Long”, for some reason) because Huey Long was the Kingfish (not of radio fame–one of the most corrupt/evil politicians I can think of off hand).
Did it whoosh everyone? Was it just stupid? Should I just shuffle it off to a retirement home in Louisiana, where people would get it? You decide!
Oh Jester you’re my age. My dad gave me a stuffed lion and a tiny stuffed bunny a few months ago…they were gifts from his patients. They were reasonably small, however.
Zoggie– “I’d love to see a picture of your big fish”!!! :gasp:
Jester– Heck, if you didn’t want it I’d adopt it. I have a collection of stuffed fish. Most of 'em are brightly colored and/or have three eyes (inside joke having to do with the name of my publishing company/race team). Name it Spiffy McGee.
As it turns out, the fish is from “The Home Place”, not Home Depot, as was previously stated. Hey, so sue me, I wasn’t listening to them, due to fish-shock.
Well, those who asked, ye shall recieve, though screech-owl’s computer seemed too revolted by it to show the picture properly. Still, I’ll cross my fingers, and send.
Just have to say that I wandered onto the board this morning in a hideously gloomy state of mind, kind of hoping for something to improve my mood. This thread made me laugh uproariously and was, as they say, just what the doctor ordered. I feel slightly better now and may be able to face the day after all.
As for the fish, well, I have to side with those who said:
"Whooaaa…way cool."
I’d love to have a giant catfish. (I won’t torture anyone with stories of my quest for a giant stuffed carp.) I don’t think we have a Home Place here, though.
I do, in fact, have one of those singing bass; it was a gift from the mother of SO cygnus. It’s right up her alley, unfortunately. In fact, the first time we saw one in the store our simultaneous reaction was, “She’d love that.” Little did we know that, in a cruel twist of fate, it was she who would give one to us. Not only did we have to take possession of it, we had to make room for this huge thing in our suitcase for the flight back home. OTOH, small nephews adored it on their last visit. Oh, and screech-owl, your post about the bass in the mail was too hilarious.
If Jester emails the picture to someone, can it possibly be posted somewhere for the viewing of all? I’d love to see this.
I’ll have to take a few minutes to think about likely name possibilities, but I’d be more inspired if I could see it.
Jester, I sent you an email requesting a picture of your new aquatic pal, which I will post on my web site when recieved.
About six months ago, I bought a two foot stuffed bass for a friend. It’s a long story involving a lot of alcohol, a rainbow coloured stuffed fish with a suction cup that was in my car, and the Ernie and Bert “Here, fishy fishy fishy” skit, which was being played out for the nice police officers in the car next to mine while driving sixty down the main strip.
We’ve been giving each other fish stuff ever since - beanie fish, floating fish candles, fish wind chimes, etc. The two foot stuffed bass came on a styrofoam tray, wrapped in cellophane, with a butcher sticker on it. Very classy.
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