Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for September 28, 2012

There actually is a fish, the archer fish, that does this.

How bout a nice fish dinner?

Monty’s feeling lower than worm poo right about now.

I no longer need to carry a comb.

Awwwwwww SPIT…..!!!!!!

Essex!!!!So good to see you…yes…. please come out to Bev’s!

We’ll pour you a tall one and you can tell some tales… even tall ones if you like.

And we’ll spit that fish…. with teriyaki sauce made from prime yak!

Can’t you switch to a later flight? Just tell Henry, the windshield debugging specialist and ticket agent (the skinny fellow with the big yellow sponge in his hand) that you have a family emergency.

He believes everything..and we’re part of your family, anyhow…. like it or not!

Red…. I went over to Bev’s at the turn, so I can’t stop on the way…but later in the day, if that’s OK, it sounds great.

I have a client at 2 who insists on her bangs being cut straight…Scotch will be fine after that!

Hey, the only yak meat purveyor I know happens to be a close personal friend of mine…and a good friend of our friend Essex60.

I’m convinced no harm was ever meant. It’s just that…well…some things that don’t smell quite right to a human…

might smell excellent to another species…

So learning human standards for…. well…. the desired aroma of meat…and fur…and feet….takes …. a little time.(No offense to …. anybody… cos it’s all good now.)

SOML

Fish…Fish…..Oh Fishy..Fish. At least it was not fishy p……..I leave the rest up to you.Use of dynamite comes to mind. Show them all…..Naw…… Just move. It is harder to hit a moving target.

“Aw, fish spit!” would make a swell new expression of disgust and dismay though.

Glad to see you back.

Poor Monty’s suffering from the Funky Friday Blues. Maybe a stop at the Tiki Bar would cheer him up ?BTW , Red save a little of that good scotch for me. I’ll be over later. I had a bottle of Oban 14 year-old single malt scotch somewhere at the house, but its gone missing. If I find it, I’ll bring it over so you can taste. See you later.

You all have such a great (er-weird) imagination. Love reading this dysfunctional soap opera.

Monty’s spirits were low even before some fish started spitting at him. Then he reallized that the fish had given him and idea. He was going to start a new business. The Fish Spitting Fountain and Book Store. Just what this place needs.

Cod that was bad. Eely bad. I reely think Monty needs to scale back a little on his visits to the lake. He always ends up with a bad haddock and it leaves him floundering. Relax Monty. A better oppor-tuna-ity is right down the road.

ESS…!!!!Ahm humm balled at yer presents..!!!(BTW, ah dropped teh oregional distribyater of that bad yak meet, cuz he always shipped it buy slo chinease junk via Madys gas car…). We miss ya Ess, Ahl fire up the dakery grinder at the tiki bar an thowup sum yak ribs on teh smoker… But if ya can’t mayk it ah udder stand…!!

Yummmm.Yak ribs. Soaked in I hope the finest of finest……..something.Or do you just dry rub it. Watch it now. You know Memphis dry rub. (hehe)

“OK guys, just calm down here, calm down! That’s better. Now you … Monty is it? OK Monty, do you wanna just tell me what happened? In your own words. Take your time.”“Yes officer, this is how it was. I’m sittin’ on the side of the lake, mindin’ my own business. Then suddenly this fish pops out of the water and spits in my eye.”“A fish spat in your eye?”"“Yes sir. And before I knew it, this here, um, gentleman”“That’s Chet here, right?”“Right, this guy Chet steps out from behind the tree and says ‘You have just experienced one of the more remarkable Aspects Of The Fish. It is one of my narrow areas of interest. I am happy to expound on this subject in great detail.’“”And is that when your conversation became more, uh, physical?"“Yes officer, that’s when I was assaulted, just after I had covered the paraphyletic aspect and was moving on to …”“Shut him up officer. I can’t take any more!”

To LogicalDuckChet does know his fishes.

State Fair of Texas begins today. Y’all come down for the everything fried in fried, twiced fried over then refried. It is so fried it is no longer recognizable so eat up and enjoy. Long live Texas.

Heck SheriffMonkeyBlues bring your yak meat. We will fry that too. Let’s see fried yak, covered in fried yak, and a fried yak tartar on the side with a dish of fried yak dip. Laughing so hard I can barely type.

At beviek.Love the pooch. My mom had one looked like it (him/her) ours was named Tiffa. After I got back from the Nam she was my one greatest companion. Balded like a baby when she passed. Went quietly in her sleep. Man can we get attached.

a message from the desk of Mel O’Dell…..

Please don’t breath a word to StelBel about how I landed those initial “lucrative listings”. She thinks everything was really on the up and up, and Monty was truly clueless…but, then again, he always was!…trying to sell used thongs…(snort)…what was he thinking???

Oh, Essex ! I see I’ve arrived way to late and I’ve missed you! Wouldn’t you know that this is the one day out of the whole year that flights at the Ballard County International Airport and Car Wash are running close to being on time.

I hope the next time you’re passing through, you’ll have a longer layover (and knowing our airport, most likely that’ll be the case!) and will have a chance to visit with us for awhile! Wishing you smooth sailing, riding and flying around the globe! Stay strong and be well, friend!!

Darn this day!! I see I’ve missed you, as well! I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through a rough time. I really hope that everything irons itself out and gets better for you. Please continue to keep in touch!!

Yak ribs up…!!!!!

To icky muddAlways remember. When you at rock bottom.Only way is up.Just watch for falling rocks. Another view.The light at the end of the tunnel.Could be you………or a freight train.Hang in there.One of the best ones I like came from a song on “Open Season” A good day does not need to be your birthday. A good day is every day you are alive.Check the song. It is after Boog is taken to the forest Smile. It makes people wonder what you are up to?

Hey — nice to see you, too, IMudd…. not sure about calling yourself “icky” though!

Gotta run…. but I’ll see you all later…Would you save me some ribs, pretty please, Monkey?

Big doin’s tomorrow…. again.

Ballard St. is the celebrationest place I ever saw.

Or is that celebratin’-est?

But BatPug deserves it.

BTW — Veteran…. our County Fair, which ended about 6 weeks ago, also features lotsa fried stuff, and I’m in California, surrounded by vegans.

Every year a new one, seems like, added to the mix…last year deep fried pickles…this year battered and deep-fried pineapple upside-down cake on a stick…with white icing to gild the lily…not that I’d eat it.

Robin Hood the reincarnation.

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