Author: Bruce Shark

Alan Rickman 1946-2016

Cancer can suck it.

Scab red Duster, white vinyl top, eating frozen DingDongs my mom packed in the BLUE ICE cooler, listening to this song really loud, driving past the Duck Farm on the 605, on our way to the beach.

The heat was hot.

Gee, thanks Michelle C​ earworm successful

Hey, you guys remember Mimlo, the clown in the wall?

Pretty sure we pissed him off somehow.

The hot water in the shower wouldn’t turn off, and was stuck in the full blast on position, hot water spraying…while sharkling in shower.

Wutever we/I did to anger him, resulted in having to turn water off to the house. At 10 p.m.

Sisterface, always the smartass, announced:

” Hey, it’s like the ‘olden days’, and we are like pioneers and stuff…it’ll be FUN.”

It’s fun…SO FUN.

Here’s an old timey picture for ya.

Clearly, this house is haunted now.

I’m gonna live in the back yard.

Send snacks.

🙂

Lies.

Dave, you LIED.

Kale is not meat. I asked and checked.

Dave Thompson​

WEB OF LIES.

Parenting is fun…

Sometimes, it takes all of my control not to lose it, laughing hysterically.

Teenage sharks are a hoot, I tell ya.

It doesn’t lessen sadness, but it does add joy…

Make sense?

A shark-squee worthy gift for Mz Maau​ came today….

She stopped here to say “hullo”, but is soon headed to you, O, protector and lover of the octopuses.

Teeny babeh octopus for joo…she is on her way.

Thanks for the music and the YOU.

I hate the intersection at the end of my street.

Just now, two teenagers. I couldn’t help, so I got out of the way.

Where you see the cop car, there was a traffic light…it flew across the gas station parking lot.

No more traffic light.

They are using a chain saw to cut the palm tree to get them out.

I hate this intersection.

Still in time for Caturday.

This is Toothless, the amazing outdoor kitteh.

So, I admit….

Sharkling is on a camping trip without me.

I’m a little worried.

Hope he is o.k….and hasn’t bitten any of the other campers.