My husband goes fishing every Saturday morning. And when he cooks them up for dinner Saturday night, I get to prowl around the kitchen saying "Fisshhh, nice fissshh, makes us strong, yesssss, nice fisshh." He laughs, shakes his head and says, "Ohh, Noooo."
Sometimes I add, "Give us fisssh NOW, and keep nassssty chips."
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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