Breath
Everyone is always telling me to act my age, but i ain't no sage, cuz life's the rage and i'm writing a new page so take my hand while we explore a new land where we may burn rubber in pompeii or fry ice in l.a., make tuna cookies on an alaskan submarine
Circles (Un)Broken - Ch. 3 : Chase
Chase could already smell the tuna sandwich from a mile away. "morning, chula!" leo greeted when chase opened the door.
Catnundrum. Chapter Three.
That can of tuna really wasn't going to eat itself. rob's ear twitched and he stood up, stretching out, flexing his arms and rocking his chest side to side popping his back with a loud yawn to follow.
The Furnace
I wrap my paws around a small metal box, pry it open, yank out a thermos full of canned soup i didn't bother heating, and a tuna sandwich. sometimes the soup is tomato, sometimes its chicken noodle.
Identity: Chapter Seven
Sebastian, a talkative, easy-going character in his mid-fifties, claimed to have once been a crewmember on a tuna fish boat, although he had also professed to having been a bull rider and a sky-driving instructor.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 2) Death Drove a Pontiac
He reached for a tin of tuna he had trash-dived from a dumpster on ninth, when it slipped out of his hand. the tin rolled across the floor where it came to a rest against an empty book case. his stomach was tight from frustration and hunger.
Ursa Major
Their hibernations, but the evolution of anthros must have downplayed their instincts \>eventually, you hatch a plan to help her \>you measure and time her brief moments of “awakeness" and prepare a meal shortly before she enters the kitchen \>it's a tuna
Clyde & Ollie: "In A Van Down By The River" Part 3
He says as he grabs the two tuna sandwiches clyde mentioned earlier and sets them over on his seat with a few pieces of cheese. he then goes back in and grabs two apples and a banana, holding them up like a fruity penis and balls for the stallion.
2/365 - Caged.
I know tuna when i smell it. and these round pieces of crap don't seem as promising. i cannot smell much, but it's like what i can smell from inside mouths of dogs. gross. i'd been bathed. it's really similar to what the elephants do.
Hometown: He'll Be Back, And I'll Be Here
Potato-chip tuna casserole, his favorite, no one could ever stay angry when they had some of momma's cookin'! i figured he's too cool for flowers, and this is better than candy. “good job, groves. keep shootin' that way and you're going places."
Stories From Elton High | Chapter 8
The tuna rolls disappeared first, then the salmon, then the eel and octopus. by the time they were done, all three of them felt considerably heavier. mr. heeley stifled a belch. "how about a quiet afternoon nap, boys?" "fantastic idea!"
Simple Things
Kitty commented, pulling out, what else, a tuna sandwich and began to munch on it happily. she closed her eyes with a grin on her face and her tail wagged wildly behind her. she was a cat, fish was her thing. "yeah! too much."