Well if Agnes is giving the fish mouth to mouth I think she counts as an honourary Newfoundlander for having kissed a cod possibly with more merit than those who drink Screech first.
I weep for Mister Flippy—he is dead! / Oh, weep for Mister Flippy! though our tears / Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a fish-head! / And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years / To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, / And teach them thine own sorrow, say: “With me / Died Mister Flippy; till the Future dares / Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be / An echo and a light unto eternity!” / (Flush)
seanfear over 2 years ago
No Trout… you do that to KILL the fish already
C over 2 years ago
You pushed it over the brink
Susan00100 over 2 years ago
I always thought Trout was the smart one of that duo.
Guess I’m wrong!!
rshive over 2 years ago
But (as if it needed it) Agnes’ vocabulary is improving.
theincrediblebulk over 2 years ago
Well if Agnes is giving the fish mouth to mouth I think she counts as an honourary Newfoundlander for having kissed a cod possibly with more merit than those who drink Screech first.
gopher gofer over 2 years ago
maybe they could try felicitation…
Alberta Oil Premium Member over 2 years ago
Mouth to mouth with a dead fish is kind of creepy.. mind I have kissed few girls that reminded me of.. fish
genez over 2 years ago
To borrow a line from Monty Python, that fish is singing in the Choir Invisible.
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace over 2 years ago
“But can you feed five thousand with it?”
“Not without some bread.”
Andrew Bosch Premium Member over 2 years ago
Don’t bother with the resuscitation. Get the panko.
mindjob over 2 years ago
On the other hand, Trout Mask Replica is a good album, after 500 listens
fritzoid Premium Member over 2 years ago
Ode to a Dead Fish (by Perch Fysshe Smelley):
I weep for Mister Flippy—he is dead! / Oh, weep for Mister Flippy! though our tears / Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a fish-head! / And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years / To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, / And teach them thine own sorrow, say: “With me / Died Mister Flippy; till the Future dares / Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be / An echo and a light unto eternity!” / (Flush)
Ukko wilko over 2 years ago
Mouth to mouth… with a carp.