After a glorious weekend in New York, I came home to my house reeking of rotten fish. . .-
My poor fish had met its maker, and to get back at me for spending years of his uneventful life in a square glass box, he bloated up like a stinky watermelon, and secreted a mass of slime which clouded over my tank like fog on a lighthouse. . . in no doubt trying to take his fellow tank mates with him to the other side. . . .
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Don't get me wrong. . I am sad. . . but pissed I have to deal with this stinky mess. . . .
-So long Pat Jr. . . . . you will be missed. . . .
1 comment:
Chris, I think that is a gross picture to post on your blog. Poor Pat, Jr. Bops is mad that he is not pictured....
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