Dear Mr. Shark,
As you can see from my neck, I’m already criminally bad-ass. But I was wondering if you had any advice on how to become even bad-assier. Shit like having razor sharp teeth, and never sleeping or blinking. Can I get your help with that?
Sincerely,
Mr. Neard
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Dear Mr. Neard,
For the first time in my life I’m feeling an emotion other than pure bloodlust. I think you humans might call it “jealousy.” What you have there on your neck is a thing of beauty. Like fornication in follicle form…something I do while swimming, which I agree, is pretty baller. But I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out on something by being a completely aero-dynamic hairless killing machine with no discernable neck. The neck beard is the one thing nature forgot when constructing the ocean’s deadliest predator.
I really have no advice for you other than to keep doing what you’re doing. And maybe use a metal file to sharpen your teeth. Even if it doesn’t help you hunt seals, it will still look pretty bad-ass while you’re doing it.
Respectfully,
Mr. Shark
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