The Original Googlegangers of Love

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.

May 13th, 2008 Posted by The Snarling Misanthrope | Mid-Day Musings | one comment

…On Big Gay Purple Fish

The Snarling Misanthrope: so
The Snarling Misanthrope: I just spent the last 30 minutes with the neighbor downstairs
The Snarling Misanthrope: listening to him explain that his fish are too gay
Lindsay Lewis: his fish are too gay?
The Snarling Misanthrope: yes
The Snarling Misanthrope: far too gay
Lindsay Lewis: are they having fish sex?
The Snarling Misanthrope: no
Lindsay Lewis: what then?
The Snarling Misanthrope: they’re purple
The Snarling Misanthrope: and they won’t stop being purple
The Snarling Misanthrope: and purple, as we all know, is the quintessence of gay


May 5th, 2008 Posted by The Snarling Misanthrope | Mid-Day Musings, The Anti-LL | 2 comments