The Sinking Ship

Every sinking ship and their captain would eat some sort of food, like when you're crossing the street in Fitzroy and you realise that you forgot your umbrella thirteen streets earlier. Anyway, on this particular day, John Tangent was accompanying the bus-guy to the sinking ship. Which was, honestly, pointless, as the ship was already 99.1% sunk by the time he got there. 99.1% IT'S LIKE JIM'S Create-Dirt formula! Kills 99.07% of good bacteria and puts germs in their place! But we are all cats, in truth. If you're carrying your pet octopus Larry to the unnervingly distant Pet shop (Pet in a capital because it's a person's name, I believe they were Vietnamese), then you are going to encounter sinking ships at some time or other. Pylonists! Untie! Don't untie. Unite. They are opposites, basically. The Untied Skates of America? Are we just all turnips? Potatoes servez-vous avec potatoes? This has bean, er... been an IllogiAnnouncement from your friendly neighbourhood ferret capture center. OK.

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This article is burly men unfolding umbrellas.   Maybe you should help it on its way.