Boy, have I got a Haddock!
I went to the doctor and complained I had a terrible Haddock. He said that sounded fishy. He suggested I go to Aspen and call him in the morning. While I was there, I decided to do some skiing, it went downhill after that. They said it was easier to take the chair lift to the top, but I knew they were just trying to take me for a ride. I was warned not to eat yellow snow, so I said in my best John Wayne impression, “I aint gonna eat any scardey cat snow!” It was such a bad impression, no one was... Sign in to see full entry.