Thinking Of Fish

Ok, so I have nothing better to do. You're as big a loser for reading this. I'm just going to post the funniest pictures I can find and make stupid comments. Peer into my dementia if you dare.

Who doesn't enjoy the nice musky odor of beaver? Well, gays I suppose. Who doesn't think of this joke every time they smell raw fish? Admit it. You love it. You were fascinated by that saying you heard in the school yard:

"Smells like fish, tastes like chicken, makes it's own gravy."

You thought that sounded gross, and yet genuinely arousing. How could one thing have so many completely different characteristics? What a wonderful and joyous thing the old bearded clam is, without it there would be no one, the entire world would be like this blog - completely uninhabited by humans.