"Do you expect me to talk?"
"No, Mr. Bass! I expect you to die!"
He was just a bass player in a little band. That is, until one day, a fan hooked him and stuck a finger in his mouth. That was the beginning of the end.
One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Bass Fish
"But you look like a baritone."
"Nope. I only sing bass."
Quick honey! Get out the Ronco Bass-O-Matic! Mmmm! That's good bass!
My mental radio seemed to be out of synch. I decided to adjust a little bass.
Another fisherman saw my catch.
"Nice fish," he said. "What're you fishing with?"
"Well," I replied, "I started with a treble hook, but ended with a bass hook."
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