. . that his entire reputation as a photographer hinged on this one shot. From here it's all down hill until he ends up working as a chicken sexer on a poultry farm in Arkansas. From there it'll be an epic struggle back up to wedding photos, and from there, finally, perhaps another try at birthdays.
I said, "Forget the cods, Gill, this guy's gonna need a sturgeon." Well, the yellowtail was impressed with the way I landed her boyfriend. She came over to me, she said, "Hey, big boy. You're really a game fish. What's your name?" I said, "Marlin."
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