It’s Lent! Fish on Friday.
OK so imagine you’re in a hole, it’s like 35 out, you’re wet, you’ve been on a boat for three days and you’ve got to load (gutted) fish into buckets, 60 pounds each, and lift them up to another guy on the deck. Then imagine above you, through the opening of your hole, where the sun should be, is some jerk taking your picture.
Dan Casey, you are a good sport… You smell awful… but you and your co-workers in Point Judith today were nothing but gentlemen and I appreciate your patience. I hope I wasn’t in your way.
And I’m just kidding, you didn’t smell that bad.
…It was too cold for smell.