It’s Always Something.

So there you are minding your own business at the bottom of the ocean, when some pufferhead stumbles by and completely blows your cover. It’s enough to piss you off.

Well, what can you do? You’re just a kickass bitchin’ mussel-eatin’ limb-regeneratin’ starfish, with no eyes, no ears and no brain, and you crap through your feet. Yeah, run away while I’m talking to you, woosfish. Face it, you can’t even gripe about it because you don’t even have a Facebook account.


[Video found here. Crossposted here.]

Author: Bunk Strutts

Boogah Boogah.

4 thoughts on “It’s Always Something.”

  1. Sr. Eagle– Right-side up, it’s a MoM.

    thelit– Apparently they have a complex network of nerves rather than a centralized brain. Just like Microsoft Windows.

    Leeuna– Thinking of starfish reminds me of a zen-like story, goes something like this:

    After a big storm, thousands of starfish had washed up on the beach. A man encountered a monk who was picking them up, one by one, and tossing them back into the surf.

    The man approached the monk and said, “Why are you wasting your time? You can’t possibly throw all of them back. It’s an unimportant task.”

    The monk replied, “It’s not unimportant to this one,” as he tossed another into the water.


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