I mean a lot of people survive shark attacks because after the shark takes off your leg (by accident) they decide humans aren't so tasty and don't bother to finish the rest.

We're sort of like the orange creme chocolates in the See's Candy box that get one bite taken out of them and put back.

Wrod. They would totally feel my inchoate misery on the subject.

I love those, Hec, but I know I ain't right. hee, hee, quester, "Are you gonna fuck or is there just gonna be a monster sarcasm rally?"(And two pairs of glasses left on the nightstand overnight.)

We're sort of like the orange creme chocolates in the See's Candy box that get one bite taken out of them and put back.

No, we're like a Whitman's Sampler. See's are like actual seals, deliciousness in every bite.

I just sent out my Outlook OOO dates and put my Location as "Inside a shark." I hope you're happy, David. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

As terrified as I am of sharks, I can never have a window seat on a plane without looking for them on takeoff or landing. And, wow, will I probably freak out if I ever do see one.

We're sort of like the orange creme chocolates in the See's Candy box that get one bite taken out of them and put back.

seriously. those are NASTY.

I just sent out my Outlook OOO dates and put my Location as "Inside a shark." I hope you're happy, David. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

I just carefully explained that the only part of you that would be inside a shark would be your left leg, probably taken just above the knee. So, no, I'm not happy at all.

I kind of like my left leg, dammit. It keeps me balanced.

We had the pristine Hawaiian beaches experience as the result of being on the ball when the ban came off the beaches to avoid...the twelve foot tiger sharks. I mean, it wasn't like they'd gone far. But nobody else knew the all clear had come, so it was amazing for us, essentially a private experience on a (usually packed) public beach.