Goldfish-free Friday

It’s the day my goldfish can swim all through their little plastic castle and I don’t have to hear their gills flapping and their glee at, “Oooh, castle!” every time they whoosh by.

Goldfish are shiny and nice to have around. But that’s their only purpose. Ultimately they have to be flushed away.

I think what separates me from the rest of the fish school is this. While we all make mistakes, at least I keep life interesting by making new ones.

It’s the same ones — that get worse every time — that make me want to rip off their gills and stuff them up their little fishy butts.

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