Sunny Street by Max G and Sandy B for March 24, 2014

Still in bed sleeping.

I’m not going to waste my time arguing with a man who’s lining up to be a hot lunch……….Lol Hooper’s fish market

’we’re going catch those paint-happy little bastards and hang them up by their buster browns’—the Amity Mayor

I’m pleased and happy to repeat the news that we have, in fact, caught and killed a large predator that supposedly injured some bathers. But, as you see, it’s a beautiful day, the beaches are open and people are having a wonderful time. Amity, as you know, means “friendship”

—the Amity Mayor

Don’t get him started on his Indianapolis story…

She just left.

Quint: You know the thing about crabs, they got… claws and legs, like a toy. When they comes at ya, you don’t know they’re there. Until they bites ya and those claws dig in. And then, ah then you hear that terrible high pitch screamin’ and the itching starts and spite of all the scratching and the washing the itchin’ just don’t stop. I got mine from a toilet seat

I’ll try Some Fish.

In a bad mood I’d say.