You mean this one Robbie?
Yea, it be a perty funny one...Whatta trip that was...The reason Slap loves Mother G so much...

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Topic: Floating in a fishbowl--why Slappy do only Mother Glamis
Slappy
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posted 02-11-2001 10:14 AM

Slappy have a friend named Ed who loves goin deep sea fishin. Ol Ed be tryin to get da Slapster to go with
him. Slappy don't do ocean. Well, Slappy told Ed that he'll go
fishin if Ed goes dunin with Slappy. Ed agreed. Well, Slappy got a story for you:

Early one summer morning Ed called Slappy and invited him for a single day of shark fishin'. It sounded like a
great new experience for Slappy, so Slappy agreed. We was gonna go catch some Maco sharks. Slappy
slipped into his shorts, made a couple sandwiches, put on da flip-flops, bought some gatorade, and off Slappy
went.

Ed and Slappy show up at da docks around 5:30 a.m. pullin Ed's 18 ft, center console Boston Whaler. We
loaded up and headed out. Da sky was overcast, illuminating a somber, eerie dreamscape. It kinda felt like
Slappy was still asleep. Within ten minutes Ed stopped da boat to catch some bait fish just past Point Loma.
Slappy assumed dat this would be da spot we would fish for sharks. Oh how Slappy be wrong. After catching
ten sea bass, Ed turned da boat west and hit da gas. Slappy was hangin on with white knuckles as a 200
Black Mercury engine sang a rhythmic hum. It kinda sounded like da McSlappmachine, just not as nice. One
hour later, Ed stopped da boat. Slappy was 25 miles out in da middle of da ocean, WITH NO LAND IN SIGHT!
Ed started chummin da bait fish, and attached large chunks of meat to barbed fishhooks that were nearly
four inches long. Ed casted da poles and sat down. Ed told Slappy that all we do now is wait.

Well, Ed forgot to tell Slappy about some stuff called DRAMAMINE! Dat was not cool. Seasickness attacked
Slappy viciously due to the large swells that Mother Ocean provided. Slappy don't like Mother Ocean, Slappy
was missin Mother Glamis soooooooo bad. Mother Glamis keep her bowls stationary. Anyway, Slappy started
doing da 'HURLORAMA MARATHON'. Dat mean Slapster was throwin up, ALOT, every ten minutes. Ed told
Slappy to just keep drinkin, cuz it not fun to be dry heaving all day.

Nearly an hour had gone by, Slappy lookin' pale green, when one of da fishing spools began losing line real
fast. Ed grabbed da pole, clicked da spool, and da fight was on. Fifteen minutes later, a six foot blue shark
was floatin next to da boat. And let Slappy tell you dis, dat 18 foot Boston Whaler is one tiny boat when
there be no land in sight. Ed cut da line and released da shark.

The sun finally come out, but Slappy still be McPukedoggyjackson. Five minutes later, another shark, and
then another. Before Slappy knew it, there be at least twenty sharks surrounding da boat. SLAPPY BE
TOTALLY TRIPPIN AT DIS POINT. What da hell is Slappy doin here??? Slappy tried to imagine what would
happen if he fell into da water? Slappy put it dis way: imagine you be a piece of fish food floating on the top
of your fish tank, dat be where Slappy's imagination take him. SLAPPY DID NOT DIG DAT! So, was Slappy to
trust his life to a thin piece of four-inch figerglass molded into what we call a boat? Slappy don't think so. To
make matters worse, Slappy had to do the number 2. Without getting into details, that be the most terrifying
two minutes of Slappy's life. It was like saying, "Here be Slappy's sphincter, take a bite." After nine hours of
pure fear, we headed back to land. What a humbling experience Slappy just have.

Shark fishin made Slappy realize dat MOTHER GLAMIS IS DA MOST WONDERFUL PLACE ON EARTH! There be
no better hobby in da whole world than doin da dunes, and Slappy will debate about dat one to anybody, and
they will lose.
The realization dat Mother Ocean could have swallowed Slappy at any moment was an experience Slappy
don't ever wanna feel again. Call Slappy what you will, but Slappy like his fun on da ground. Ed has called
Slappy a number of times since that trip to join him again, but as Slappy's Beta fish gracefully swims and
attacks his floating food, Slappy politely tell Ed that he be busy, but maybe next time.
And you know what, Ed still hasn't gone dunin with Slappy! It's a sand thing, he wouldn't
understand.......

I'm with ya on that one Slap. Peace

WOW Slappy. thats a cool story! Sounds like one of our trips.. :shock: Always one puking.. I think the sharks like it.. :shock:

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I read this out loud to my family and we all had tears! Thanks for the pickup Slappy!

Vicki

Im laughing my arse off again.
Thanks Slappy.

OOOHHH how humbling it was. BUT, Slap has been fishing since, FOR POLLYWOGS.

Good one Slappy.. just like in Jaws "we're gonna need a bigger boat"