shaaaaaaaark

I watched Jaws the other evening and since then I've been slightly afraid to hang my toes over the edge of my bed while I sleep. You know, just in case a Great White decides to swim out of my carpet and take a nibble of my toes.
Like this poor sucker:

Imagine having your feet found inside the belly of a shark. That would really suck.

OH WOW or imagine being a three metre long fish, you'd surely think that you're pretty invincible and bad-ass, and then WHAM some fucker twice your size eats ya.

OR IMAGINE BEING THAT SURFER. You think he would have noticed at least a dorsal fin...

When I was in grade eight, during my school's "Drama Carnivale" I played the part of Jonah and was thus obliged to fling myself into the belly of the whale ie. into my classmates arms who stood with their hands interlinked. I had a bruise in the shape of a wrist-watch on my ribs for a week.

It's some consolation, though, that instead of being ka-chomped by Bruce the Shark & Co., I am instead giggling nervously at horrifying pictures whilst buzzing with caffeine.