I think I have lost my drivers license, one of my debt cards and my Chococat ciggy case. My suspicion is that it got left at the bar i was at with muse on tuesday night. A phone call there last night resulted in a girl who said "well, nothing's been set aside" but didnt seem to eager to look around a bit. Fuck.
I get back to austin around 9pm and my roommate tells me my pleco, Mister Pleco (yeah, we're real fucking creative) has died. Mister Pleco joined our family in November of 2000 and spent the last 3 1/2 years of his life hiding in the rock cave in the tank, munching on algae and the occational slice of zucchini. Mister Pleco was a loner, coming to say hello only when he was damn good and ready. Mister Pleco is proceded in death by Winky Rick, the one eyed algae eater, Gordon and Shirley, the grass skirt guppies, three baby guppies which were eaten before they could be named, Patrick, the dwarf gourami, and 12 neon tetras who were never named because how the fuck do you tell neon tetras apart.
He is survived by his mother (aka, me), Leo, the dwarf gourami, some other neon tetras, and two cats who loved nothing more than to stand against the glass and freak him the fuck out.
I get back to austin around 9pm and my roommate tells me my pleco, Mister Pleco (yeah, we're real fucking creative) has died. Mister Pleco joined our family in November of 2000 and spent the last 3 1/2 years of his life hiding in the rock cave in the tank, munching on algae and the occational slice of zucchini. Mister Pleco was a loner, coming to say hello only when he was damn good and ready. Mister Pleco is proceded in death by Winky Rick, the one eyed algae eater, Gordon and Shirley, the grass skirt guppies, three baby guppies which were eaten before they could be named, Patrick, the dwarf gourami, and 12 neon tetras who were never named because how the fuck do you tell neon tetras apart.
He is survived by his mother (aka, me), Leo, the dwarf gourami, some other neon tetras, and two cats who loved nothing more than to stand against the glass and freak him the fuck out.
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My roommates and I had goldfish when we were in college. We were all biology majors so when one of the fish went around with this bulge in its stomach for about a week and then finally died, one of my roommates insisted on an autopsy in the kitchen. OMG, we don't know what was wrong, but it stunk that is for sure. I am not trying to make light of your loss, but I thought you could use a good laugh.
Sorry I missed you on this trip to SA, maybe next time.
Rubio