Monday, April 8, 2013

Rest in peace dearest Gilbert

I used to have a fish.  It died.  I named my fish Gilbert.  I killed Gilbert on accident.  I did not mean to kill Gilbert.  Gilbert was cute.  I like cute fish.  I got Gilbert from my uncle’s wedding.  He had the fish.  He used the fish as a decoration.  Gilbert was a decoration.  Gilbert was on the candy table.  It was funny.  Gilbert was next to the Swedish Fish.  Swedish Fish are tasty.  Gilbert is not tasty.  I did not eat Gilbert.  I did eat Swedish Fish.  Gilbert came home.  Home is my dorm.  I had Gilbert in my dorm.  He died in my dorm.  I did feed him.  I did not feed him fish food.  I gave him croutons.  He does not like croutons.  He would puke.  He puked croutons.  He could not digest croutons.  He died because of croutons.  I flushed Gilbert down the toilet.  He is gone.  He is not coming back.  He cannot swim.  He only sinks.  He did not live very long.  He died quickly.  He is in heaven.  I know it.  He was a good fish.  He never did anything wrong.  He was a fish.  Fish cannot do wrong.  I miss my fish.

1 comment:

  1. I disagree, Spanish Conquistadors make excellent party hosts

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