As far as Jerry was concerned, this was the worst cruise ship he’d ever been on.
First of all, you had to catch your own giant squid.
Secondly, they were out of Corona.
And that Miss Julie, the cruise director? Well, he would swear that she was farting into his air hose.
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Story of my life.
P.S. I’ve started reading Marvellous Hairy and I’m loving the hell out of it so far.
I hate it when you have to catch your own squid.