Ok, file this under “How To Tell When You’re Having a Bad Day”,
or, “We’re Going to Need a Bigger Airplane”,
or, perhaps, “Natural Laxatives”.
Or, “You know what would really be cool? Not just sharks with frickin’ lasers, but flying sharks with frickin’ lasers!”
How about:
“Whaaaat the….”
That was my reaction.
I took a look at that big gaping maw ready to eat anything in sight and could think of only one thing: Rosie O’Donnell.
All I want is a crew of men with axes, guns, and grenades making sure that thing doesn’t come any closer. The ocean has also lost most of its appeal to me. I am a proud land lover.
Shark week?
Yep, and I’m wearing sealskin underwear.
Jumping the shark is one thing, but a shark jumping? Oy.