When an eel bites your arm

And it causes you harm, that’s a moray.





7 comments

  1. jau »

    5 December 2006 · 11:17 am

    Holy batpun, Robin! (Seriously – that’s lovely!)

  2. fritz schranck »

    5 December 2006 · 11:34 am

    Thanks very much for the grin.

    Wonderfully adept at titling.

    /f

  3. Dwayne "the canoe guy" »

    5 December 2006 · 2:02 pm

    Lovely Wife & I would always sing
    “When the moon hits your eye
    Like a big Pizza Pie
    It’s a Messy!”

  4. Dan B »

    5 December 2006 · 2:19 pm

    Something sounds fishy about that, kinda crappie especially if you’re singing bass.

  5. John Salmon »

    5 December 2006 · 10:10 pm

    Where’s Dean Martin when you need him?

  6. Mister Snitch! »

    5 December 2006 · 11:52 pm

    Yes, or at least Louis Prima. Alas, such giants no longer roam the Earth. This is all we have left.

  7. CGHill »

    6 December 2006 · 6:28 am

    If I have seen further than others, it is because I have stood on the shoulders of giants.

    Who, of course, promptly sued me for trespassing.

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