I can always tell what day of the week it is by the smell I smell in the morning when I wake up. Saturday smells like a bathtub, Sunday smells like sunlight dust, Monday smells like rain, Tuesday smells like car exhaust, Wednesday a sweatshop, Thursday bacon grease, and then there is Friday… Friday is the day where everyone in Midwestern/Northeastern United States get together and fry up three billion pounds of fish. Thank you Knights of Columbus! And thank you Roman Catholics during Lent! In the future, I can see fish taking revenge and frying up three billion pounds of humans on Fridays. So long Nevada, so long.
Fish Fry Friday