So I held a poll to decide the fate of my vicious fish (pictured above) and somehow you damn hippies pulled through in the last day to “Let it live! Let it LIVE!”. So I did. I moved the stupid 35 gallon tank to my new house just for this bitchass fish. Then I decided that the poor thing had to be lonely so I went down to the pet store and consulted with the fish guy to pick the right tank mate for my vicious fish. Well, apparantly she didn’t like the mate I picked for her and tried to kill it. Fucking great. So then I put her in a large tupperware container, floated it in the tank (to keep the temperature up…) and changed out her water a couple of times a day. After a few days I decided to see if she learned her lesson and put her back into the tank. The stupid fish woke me up because of the ruckus she was making while trying to assassinate everything else in the tank. Back into the tupperware she went. After a few days, I decided to try again and threw her back in the tank. She tore the new fish up so bad that I just got pissed and flushed the stupid bitch. Goodbye vicious fish. Rest in peace.

Now watch. She is going to mutate in the sewer systems and eat me one day when I’m out surfing. Just my luck…