Every day seemed like another shit show. I was beyond lonely. Messing around with my cat, making grilled cheese in my broiler. Talk about anxiety. But then last week I got really pissed and decided to walk over to the marina. I stared down to the cold water, and just started grabbing. Skinny, round, big-mouthed, tight-lipped, silvery, pink, peachy, all slippery. Some got away. Others I threw away, until finally I snagged my big, bulky man. And I didn’t care how many discards I had to trample on to get him.
Erica De Mane 
The fish looks happier than the woman.
I wonder how many Filet O Fish sandwiches Mac Donald’s could make from that whopper.
250,000 or more, huh? Assuming that fish is drawn to scale, of course.
Save some bouillabaisse for me.
Still hooked on you, -Mikey S
Hey Michael, Yes, she grabbed her catch. She’s got evil plans. I don’t even want to think about what she’ll do to that fish. xx
All of us hooked on you, Bella. Sempre. Sopravviveremo.