I never could stand up to pier pressure.
Because it’s bordering on Chile..
I look him dead in the eye and say, "What a Pacific example you just gave"
Nothing it just waved
Two ships collided in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. One was carrying red paint and one was carrying blue paint. The crews of both ships were marooned.
You could say the tides have turned.
Ill be here all night folks.
They make you Fiji tea.
And a big wave snuck up on us. We ran quickly, leaving behind a shovel. I exclaimed “the ocean took your shovel!”
My son: “Which one?”
“...Well, the Pacific...”
Son: Dad how deep is the ocean? Dad: which ocean? You’ve got to be more pacific
I recently joined a CSF - a community supported fishery. Once a week, I'll pick up a filet of freshly-caught salmon, a bag of shellfish, or other such delights from the Pacific Ocean and bring it home to my darling wife and children to much joy (or anguish, depending on who you're asking.)
You get to choose your pick-up spot, and I chose a location close to my office, so I could swing by on the way home; it's a nautical-themed bar, appropriate for such a business transaction. "Go to the bartender and ask for the fish", say the instructions; so I did, and he handed me the catch of the day. Gleaming white filets, glorious they were. Then I met a friend of mine, and after chatting for a little while, I went home.
"Jack," says my wife, "what took you so long? You should have been home an hour ago!"
"Sorry," I said. "I stopped by the bar, just for the halibut."