The Following text conversation actually took place, and was completed without the aid of the internet. It is the sort of thing that makes me believe that I am in medication that I don't know about.

Or maybe it's all the fish

ME: There is a man here who looks so much like a fish that I had to tell someone

LEO: Try to Flash fry him

ME: I failed – he’s a slipper character

LEO: The whole enterprise sounds like a damp squid

ME: And it would have only made him crabby

LEO: Plus if you didn’t cook him properly it’d probably make you eel

ME: And eating him all would have been a little shellfish

LEO: Plus you would have made a fair few anenomies

ME: Shame really, we could have had a whale of a time

LEO: Well I’m sure he wasn’t cruel to you on porpoise

ME: If he had, I would have noticed him carping on about it

LEO: Well, he’ll soon change his tuna

ME: I’ll seal his fate

LEO: Feed him to the street urchins!

ME: They’re shrimpy little guys

LEO: Well, they were prawn that way…

ME: Cod made them that way I guess

LEO: Just the wrong time and plaice I suppose

ME: Makes me feel clammy just thinking about it

LEO: I would like to call a formal end to this fish pun session now by saying: the end. Fin.

ME: Damn.

Note: some of the texts have been abbreviated, so as to highlight the fishy goodness.

So long and thanks for all the fish - puns

I Speak Gibberish