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After 17 hours of relentless rain, Jackie looked out and saw several salmon and what appeared to be a 600-pound marlin which had apparently followed the trail of grass seed up from the San Francisco Bay into her back yard.
Fish are not made of breadcrumbs, nor are they made of wool.
Grandpa used to always say he had a migraine headache, but I think it was from grandma slapping him around with that largemouth bass.
Jerry thought he’d got off lightly when the judge sentenced him to a slappin’ for his crimes - but only because he’d never had one - and the judge was satisfied because he’d seen the rehabilitative results of the Justice Trout before, and so it was one of those rare days in the judicial system when, for just a little while, all the fish won.
“Because I’m lazy” is *not* an acceptable excuse.
The chief believed in the beauty of microwaves, but would never, under any circumstances, ever push the “Fish” button.
We chased the fish from the hotel lobby and down the street, ashamed of ourselves when we finally caught it and discovered the fish was actually an old woman who’d been mistaken for a catfish by a passing construction worker who thought she’d escaped from the hotel’s fountain; “I’m so sorry,” I said, then looking closely at her whiskery face, was forced to lie, “I really don’t see how that man could have mistaken you for a catfish.”
The penguins were mesmerized by the colorful pages of the graphic novels and forgot all about asking the girl if she had any fish in her bag.
What is the sound of one fish clapping?
The Chief knew that security was always tight down at the court house, but he couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be to slip past all the guards and their electronic surveillance equipment with a carp in his pocket.
“Think of it as a cellphone,” Henry told the officer when asked to explain why he had a fish in his pocket, “but a cellphone that doesn’t mind falling out of your shirt pocket and landing in the toilet from time to time.”
The fish loved their new knit scarves, but could only smile politely when the knitter asked them how they liked their mittens.
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