Naturally with that sort of passion I had all sorts of plans to include sharks in my receipt art. But as is often the case, sometimes the best of intentions remain only that and my sharks have failed to grace a simple receipt. It seems that INCREDIBLY busy shifts don't allow room for much creativity - even when it includes one of the seas' fiercest predators. I was left to repeat my staples. Sad face.
Since I failed most epically, I decided to show you what Shark Week should have looked like. I might even like this better.
Clearly a shark would eat a deer. Not a surprise. Check out that death grip.
Oh, you think the shark would ruin that cow's day. Eff the cow. This shark is shooting for the moon.
Everyone knows that sharks hate the letter L. They however have no beef with the letter M.
Sharks think umbrellas are for pussies.
That beer has a VERY hoppy bite or there is a shark in it. Either way.
Oh, you think the shark should be in the water? He knows you'd be expecting that so he decided to fly up and blot out the sun with his massive jaws. You've been eclipsed.
So that's how Shark Week SHOULD have gone. What? You say the week isn't over? For me it is. I know, I'm a disappointment.