Random Shark Remember the night we met?

Random Shark Remember the night we met?

Random Shark Remember the night we met? The red-light district? The instant attraction? The passion? The seemingly peakless pinnacles of pleasure? The torrent of blood? The emergency room bill that was only eclipsed by the cost of a full clean and replenish of a 255K gallon saltwater tank?

The red-light neighborhood has gentrified since.

Bruce Shark You know the fact that sis craves the unbridled lust of a barnacle disgusts you. You also know that it’s better than any other option.

The ABQ aquarium today. My shark family can steal without asking.

16 thoughts on “Random Shark Remember the night we met?”


  1. I’m ignoring everything about this post except for the epic shark neon thingy.


    I need it.


    For reasons.


    Please obtain it and I’ll overlook the pervy stuff you’ve said about my sainted sister.


  2. Bruce Shark It awaits you in ABQ. Come and visit and you can go to the Biopark and take it.


    Sis and I will be here at The Pleasure Grotto.


    Knock first.


    Trust me.


  3. Bruce Shark Just wait until the three of us go grocery shopping and while you’re doing the Stick Insect Chicken Dance in aisle 3, sis and I yell, “They don’t have extra small condoms, Bruce!” from aisle 6.


    Admit it. You love me.

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