I feel partly responsible. I had no idea that GeeDub was a fish-punaholic. I fear that the 12 steps to recovery will likely be spent pacing another 36 feet, contemplating another fish pun. Drastic measures are in order.
The thought of our gumbah standing around an empty mud hole with a fire in it, warming his hands thru tattered gloves with no fingers on them, pains me. I take solace knowing that he likely won't be alone as all the other lost-soul fish-punaholics will be there also, guarding their cans full of pencils, Ripple bottles, and rusty treble hooks. Knowing all this, I must request:
PERMISSION TO CLOSE THIS THREAD
