You remember that time I was swimming around, minding my sexy-shark business, when that Richard Dreyfuss nerd, and Sea-Quest tool showed up in my ocean singing a stupid song and asking to be murdered? Neither do they. As far as they're concerned, it was ME who was at fault. I recently got a call from my attorney, Pig Businessman, to alert me that they were attempting to file a class-action suit. (Presumably on behalf of stupid stupid boaters everywhere.) More on this story as it develops.
In other news, it seems there are a lot more open-minded people here on Myspace than I ever would have thought possible. Only here, in the unbiased, ridiculous world of Myspace would delicious people befriend a killing machine like myself. Almost brings a tear to my cold, lifeless eye. Until I remember sharks can't cry and I flip out and eat an entire town. Well, see ya later.
