Author: Bruce Shark

Day Two: Wishful thinking and a sense of well established gallows humor made this happen.

This is not Arrogant Bastard Ale.

This is…..sad.

Is dis jooooice?

Not joooice?

Happy National Lobster Day.

Made this, NOT eating it.

Jeezus.

I am an oak.

Day one: The world has lost color, and I’m angry

I have been forced to go on a 100% all juice fast for two weeks by my evil doctor.

Please, if you are sensitive to seeing adult sharks cry, moan and bitch….

And possibly use (O.K., definitely use) harsh language, don’t watch my unraveling.

It will be ugly.

THIS is why I don’t like seeing doctors, marine biologists, and icthyologists.

Two weeks.

Juice.

How will I liiivvveee?

IMMA SHARK, DAMMIT!

Below is a picture of how sad I am.

Look how sad I am.

So sad.

Dear Bed, Bath and Beyond…

WTF? Dis pillah here is made of razors.

Srsly.

Ladies or people who know about pillahs:

Why sharp cutty pillahs?

This was unpleasant and very sharp…

…even for a shark.

Ow.

No like.

Will Graham….

Pull it together, Man…

Recover, you sonofabitch…

My show is stressful.

The Riders Club….San Clemente….

Best burger I’ve had in 17 years, fins down.

Seriously.

I damn near cried….

Mah To-Go Fud is happeh to see me…

HAPPY SUNDAY, G+ UNIVERSE.

The Mall.

Hate. Wud rather be punched in the pie hole.

Took nephew to skate shop…it’s 4 million degrees out…and there’s…..PEOPLE.

The Mall makes me stabbeh.