Well, they don't exactly call them Sea Afriends do they?
Alcoholics Anemones
With friends like that, who needs anemones?
turned out he was anemone.
Anemone
Alcoholics Anemones
I said to my wife, "With fronds like these, who needs anemones?"
Oh no, it's my worst anemone!
You'll just end up making anemone.
He was caught behind anemone lines.
She had no friends, only anemone.
There is a room dedicated to sea anemones, a big space with low light coming from these glass tanks full of beautiful, fragile creatures. My son and I stood admiring them for a moment, and I commented, "Well, at least they'll never be lonely here."
"Why is that, Dad?"
"With anemones like these, who needs friends?"
A loud universal groan went up and I hastily retreated.
No matter how many friends you have, one will always be anemone.
We were watching a documentary about the ocean. At one point they described the process of clown fish "vaccinating" themselves to the sting of the anemone by exposing themselves to it from birth.
My dad: "Jenny McCarpy is outraged."
It was otterly embarrassing! I think he's made anemone.
