The Dispossession and Probable Death of the Big Gay Purple Fish
Every (big gay purple) fish story has its eager-eyed, tail-whisking beginnings; overfed midsections…and sad, tear-spattered endings. But before we indulge our tears, dear reader (citation needed), let us first revive in our hearts the good times shared.
We learned of our neighbor’s dilemma: he, a manly-man of the manliest multiformity, found himself saddled with fish of a homosexualist coloration.
We learned of said neighbor’s efforts to sell or trade the ongoing exploits of Queer as Fish on, of all places, Craigslist.
We laughed.
We cried.
Mostly we laughed.
But now the story has reached its inevitable conclusion. And though that we look upon it with heavy hearts, we can agree that it could have ended no other way.
The big gay purple fish were sold. All 7 of them. To a mystic, shamanistic woman of means and iron skillets. And according to our sources, the sizzles and smells of purple fish could be heard and smelled several counties away.
And as for the neighbor? Well, he got new fish. Oscars and Convicts. The pit-bulls of the aquatic world. And they aren’t purple.
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They sure are Manly fish, … well in a few months, when they grow larger nut-balls. I haven’t winged them off the tit yet. As for the school or should I say family of incest fishies, well, … they are hopefully taking a break from inbreeding and focusing on bettering their own kind through selective breeding. I will keep you posted on the Manly’ness, until then… I gotta go blast a dookie !
Comment by UNCLE-MUD-BUTT | May 13, 2008