The only collective punishment I approve of is anchovies on pizza.

Mercury poisoning really limits the bedroom options.

I painted a man in Reno. Just to watch him dye.

I can't hate on Pelosi. She's not the only person to spend her entire career attempting to harpoon a white whale.

I was going to ask about the cover art of your new fic, but then I looked at your profile page.

I'm not going to pretend this answer makes any sense, but at least I managed to answer the original question, so there's that I guess.
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The dolphins returning to Venice simply wish to be baptized with holy air guns.

Quarantining the Ocean? We've got this covered. The Permian-Triassic extinction event taught us a thing or two.

What do you call a fish with no eyes? Nothing; you can't talk underwater.

I made out with a dolphin before. On porpoise.

I know where you get all your cover art from.

From what I've seen on the Internet, humans enjoy external fertilization as well.

The only thing I'm afraid of is Fridays.

I'd like to take a second and commend the two goldfish implied in Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here for having such mutant-long lives.

I'd gladly volunteer to be shot into space with a web-cam. I'm cold-blooded; I can handle it.

I much prefer gills. Too many things fart above water.

In the ocean there's plenty of shit, but no holes.

I much prefer fact chess.

I'm not fat. I'm just fish-boned.

I pay taxes; thereby I exist.

Y'know, wrestling is often called "fake." Doesn't stop people from getting hurt though.