remember when we had to use our imaginations...

Anyway, Earl was fishing, and he caught a wall-eyed bass,
which had twenty-seven eyes on it. It was a twenty-seven-eyed wall-eyed
bass. Earl looked at it, and decided, "Mmmm, wouldn't this be good to
eat!" So he took out his knife to cut it open. But that fish looked up
at him, and it said, "Please, mister! Please, don't eat me!" And Earl
said, "But I'm hungry! I'm hungry! I work on a maggot farm! My wife can
only say 'dog-pussy'! My daughter is a pile of fungus! My son spent all
of his college money calling '976-' numbers! I have to eat you!"

dead milkmen, cousin earl.

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