Sea bass. The adventures of burning bass part 2. Walloing in my on confusion and misery the sea bass crept to the ladder until the hand of doom struck 2:45. As Tapersensons rival I grabbed my jagged hook fist and swung carelessly at him with the force of 1, 000 sea monkeys dry in the bag they came from. Arrrr blast ye I pronounced in a voice only I could understand. But to those that take heed in knowing. Taverns of alabaster women can sure make a grown bass hunger for the hook of doom at night. At night
Seven Seas of the lost tide For 8 nights and 22 days I swam the seas of nasar-bak-astansalkel-s. The days were short but the nights were long. On my last bottle of sea cucumbers I ran across a whale named starfels. He said to me shimmer me timbers young lad but I have a problem. I have a squirrel stuck in me blow hole. Little did I know that would be then last time I would see light for many a night. Once inside the mighty whale I called out to the squirrel “Mr Biters – Mr Biters” The further I went into the deep dark chasm the nastier it became. Damn I was tired. I decided to lay down beside a dead cat shark and take a long nap. When I woke I saw a little spec on the roof of the whale. It was none other then “Mr Biters” The night squirrel of the deep. He said to me damn you smell funky. I shook my head and asked were I was. He said your mine now biatch. Little did I know that the shark I was laying on was his old nemesis catula sharkenzstein the shark terror of the shallow. — Tandem – Jet Ski’s– AKA Spaz — AKA Sharkzilla — AKA Sharkula — Stay tuned for more annoying poems of the dEEEEEEEEP!
I knew the day would come when Whale Sharkula would come back to us from the depths of chaos and damndem. Susseling through the ever vesant waves of catastrophe and metamorphic table tops. Sharkula searches the open seas avoiding the mysterious creatures of the night to live another day. His side Kick Squeeks backing him though the turbulent waters of the deep. Krill no longer fill his appetite he seeks the nefarious rock fish 😉 Squeeks has a keen eye for the rock fish of the night. One day she shall find another and skew it on the barby. Until then Magenta prays to the gods for the chance to dance in the light.
The fight for Shammies.
Following the uneven tides Sharkula lurked through the turbulent seas looking for his lost rock fish only to find a hideous monster deep within the deepest darkest trench in the ocean the Mariana Trench. Little did he know Shammies was a Celacanth Equipped with an array of night devices capable of seeing Sharkula from miles away. slippy the slap happy sea squid brushed against sharkula and said .. @.. @@@44$$ dammit I can understand you said sharkula. and so the story begins. Tales upon tales have been told through the ages about Shammies and her evil one eye of doom. She lurks in great depths only to surface during the snow seasons to pose in pictures and ruin families vacations. She is an evil one. In the ocean her night devices do little more than sparkle and make pssst noises. All the other sea creatures just laugh and stare. She always replies with that wistful eye and says just wait until next winter when you and our kind go on a ski trip I will be there hidden in the dark shadows to scare the Bejesus out of you and your family and reuin that Kodak moment.
Until next episode
Stay safe avoid the sound of Shammies pppppsssssst