Loose Parts by Dave Blazek for September 09, 2019

Is there a pun here?

Too much of that stuff will krill you…

And when the door closes, this song begins: “Hello darkness, my old friend…”

Hello sharkness, my old friend

I’ve come to haunt your fridge again

Because I’m feeling really chummy

Although I’m too old to be yummy

And the scent, like rotting seaweed binds

To the venetian blinds

It is the smell

Of old chums

Let minnow how it tastes.

Or – alternate meaning – the owner of that house had shark for dinner at the local seafood restaurant and brought the leftovers home?

No ketchup or tartar sauce in the fridge?

That’s a McDonald’s Filet o’ Fish.

Honey, smell this and tell me if it’s good.

that’s bad

Shouldn’t that be in a bucket?

Groan!

no feeding frenzy tonight…

Very finny!