A few weeks ago Dave and I were wandering around World Market. He was perusing the toys, naturally, and spied an enormous vinyl shark toy. Of course it must have been fate and he immediately shelled out the twelve bucks they wanted for it.Ã‚Â
And as you all know, it didn’t take him long to figure out the perfect spot for his new shark. You might have noticed the giant “Jaws” jumping off the tap handle of our Shark Attack drink.Ã‚Â
After Dave rigged the shark, the guys were joking about adding a Barbie doll to the mix, thinking it would be funny to have female legs sticking out of the shark’s mouth. And ironically, not five minutes after this brilliant brainstorm, Devo excitedly walked in with this postcard:
It’s Sandbar karma. Or maybe the ghost at work.Ã‚Â
Wait there is a ghost at the sandbar???
You forgot to mention all the murky lake water that shark inhaled before he became a beer tap handle.
are you serious? did you not know about the ghost?
thanks, pants, for telling the world about the murky lake water. i was trying to keep that part a secret.
haha.Of course i know there is a ghost… Me and him go way back.. He is basically my brother from another mother.
Ah, sarcasm… I didn’t think Andrew had it in ‘im.
okay, you got me. sarcasm is hard to hear in the printed word.