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.
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