Lord tundering methinks we caught the mother of all cod....

....But nay, once again the over fished waters proved to produce merely another batch of floating condoms. And thus we cursed the oceans, a foolhardy thing to do in any circumstance.

    For as we tempted the Gods, truly they bestowed upon us the mother of all squalls (whose name be Brenda) and truly she did  bellow and spit upon us, our curses being brought down upon us a hundredfold!

The End

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