We call big fluke dorrmats - don't they refer to big halibut as "barndoors"?
Oooohhh....halibut with capers, breadcrumbs and lemon....oh man, Uncle Crafty's trousers are getting tight....
Okay, sorry, I know that's a little weird. Ya know when ya get older the desire for food becomes a substitue for ...well, you know.
Hell, I was gonna put a mirror over the dining room table but the missus wouldn't allow it.
Dammit, I can't have any fun....
