I'd punch a shark in the face...

... for my dogs!  I actually might prefer it to the grand I just dropped getting the bladder stones flushed out of Wrigley's peeps... but then again, I'd probably have to drop that much getting them all fixed back up.  But at least I'd get the satisfaction of saying I got to punch a shark.  And that's probably the only way that'd go down since one of the reasons I don't like being in open water is fear of shark attacks... it's most of the reason I almost had a heart attack when our kayak flipped in Hawaii.

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It also reminds me of the time Jim almost punched a bird that attacked us in Baltimore... now is not the time for that story though, but know it was awesome!