I Almost Hate to Bring This Up

At the risk of offending those with strong opinions about whale vomit. I would like to note the following.

I have been on the search for sometime now for a quantity of whale vomit to replenish my dwindling supply. And I have been willing to part with some of my also dwindlng financial resources to acquire a bucketful or two of big fish puke.

What I do with this barf is none of your business; you need only to know that I am on the lookout for some and if you have any, we might be able to do a deal.

That said, I will not pay one million dollars to fetch the retch that was recently found by a young fellow on a beach in Thailand. He was just being a Good Samaritan cleaning up the beach when he happened across the big pile of whale belly jelly, a reminder, again, that Good Samaritans have all the luck.

So if you happen to have a pile of whale vomit that turns your stomach every time you walk past it (the best kind), please contact me.

Serious offers only, please.

2022 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.