First stop in Florida today, we walked into a quickie mart slash gift shop. All the usual trinkets were present, postcards, porcelain piggies, glass swans staring down from the knick-knack shelf, some delicious looking marmelade (noam loves marmelade). Then in front of the window we noticed this. Why, you ask, are there 500 (perhaps fetal?) sharks, preserved in mysterious blue fluid, floating in individual jars, on display next to the oranges and alligator teeth? Further investigation probably would have revealed that the jars all sat on some sort of circuit whereby the life force of these fish-killers-nipped-in-the-bud is used to power some sort of satanic rube goldberg machine in the basement that converts the sad dreams of these captive creatures into a little known, but powerful, huffable upper, like jenkem. We may never know.
December 6th, 2007 at 6:36 pm
One would think the concept of a shark in a jar would be interesting enough without the blue food coloring, or the highly descriptive label.
January 22nd, 2009 at 9:32 pm
These are not surprising my anymore, but thanks..