I was so damn traumatized by the macaroni and cheesy colory goodness of mi pelo that I forgot to introduce y'all to my new roomies. Don't see fish in there? Look closer. Closer. See it? See that little gray speck? That's Mr. Thompson. And see the other gray speck, towards the bottom? That's Mrs. Thompson. Still can't see it? I can't either. Just take my word for it. They're guppies. Wonder how long it'll take me to kill these? As I told MMB the other day, I just have the urge to pick up that appealingly square jar and shake it around TORNADO! TORNADO! And I would totally do all the sound effects, too. WHOOSH. SHJJSLKGIHEOSHHHH! SCHSLIP! Do fish get seasick? Do they puke? Now taking bets.
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2) Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, victims of a brutal tornado in Japan. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are survived by 1,625 guppy eggs in undisclosed locations. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were 4 days old.
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Anyway drop a big rock in there... call it a meteor.
Thats EXACTLY what I would do. Pick up the jar and swish it around. My roommate next year has an aquarium. I know that I'll be so tempted to drop rocks in it, aiming for the fish of course - his poor fishies don't know what they're in for.
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BELIEVE ME, the temptation is definitely there. But, I don't want to kill my fish. I just did it to my friend's fish. Swirled em around and around, I did, I did!