Disclaimer: If you take offence to any of this, I'm sorry....learn to take a joke. 
My fish have their own soap opera...it's called, All My Fry. (d'ya get it? All my Children...yeah...)
Today there was a dramatic and stunning event, as in all good soap operas...
Since he was a young betta fry, Kitty has been known as an emo. From his black and blue tipped color to his mopey nature and lust for whiny music. He even bites himself at night, as he cries in the shade of his plastic plant. This attitude was further pushed along by the fact that one night, the fish god (aka, me) came and scooped him out of his home for no reason, leaving him to lie gasping for air all night, on the cold, unforgiving carpet. That morning the fish god showed mercy upon him, and put him back in his home, coating him with medicines, but he would never be the same. His long tail was now short and stubby, making him look...like a girl...
Kitty moved next door to a strong, dashing male, named Fluffy. Fluffy was very charming, and his bright pink and purple tail glistened seductively in the flourescent lighting. Kitty could not help himself, he had to give in. The two began courting, from behind the glass divider. But, don't we all have glass dividers in our lives? Some days, the fish god would remove the divider, and the two could spend their days enjoying each other's company, swimming side by sides through fields of plastic plants. Kitty was slowly becoming less emo, though...more confused...his feminine appearance seemed to be having a *cough* strange effect on him...
Then one fateful day, he was moved away, to his own tank. The fish god thought he would be happy to have so much more room all to himself. But that was not the case. Kitty sunk to the bottom, listlessly blowing bubbles while resting on his pink rock bed. When would he be returned to his love? After weeks of lonesome sorrow, he sank into a deeper state of depression, and one fateful night, took his life into his own hands. He gathered all his strength, and hurled himself out of his tank. He lay dying on the table, until the fish god found him, and his suicide attempt was brought to an end. He was placed in his tank, this time, trapped under a lid. The fish god planned on reuniting him with his lost love...however...
Fluffy has amnesia!!!
Will Kitty ever give up his emo ways?
Will Fluffy remember who he is?
Will the pair ever be reunited?
What will become of Mango and Pickles, the two now sharing the home which first fostered the love affair between Fluffy and Kitty?
Find out next week, in the next exciting installment of...
All My Fry.
My fish have their own soap opera...it's called, All My Fry. (d'ya get it? All my Children...yeah...)
Today there was a dramatic and stunning event, as in all good soap operas...
Since he was a young betta fry, Kitty has been known as an emo. From his black and blue tipped color to his mopey nature and lust for whiny music. He even bites himself at night, as he cries in the shade of his plastic plant. This attitude was further pushed along by the fact that one night, the fish god (aka, me) came and scooped him out of his home for no reason, leaving him to lie gasping for air all night, on the cold, unforgiving carpet. That morning the fish god showed mercy upon him, and put him back in his home, coating him with medicines, but he would never be the same. His long tail was now short and stubby, making him look...like a girl...
Kitty moved next door to a strong, dashing male, named Fluffy. Fluffy was very charming, and his bright pink and purple tail glistened seductively in the flourescent lighting. Kitty could not help himself, he had to give in. The two began courting, from behind the glass divider. But, don't we all have glass dividers in our lives? Some days, the fish god would remove the divider, and the two could spend their days enjoying each other's company, swimming side by sides through fields of plastic plants. Kitty was slowly becoming less emo, though...more confused...his feminine appearance seemed to be having a *cough* strange effect on him...
Then one fateful day, he was moved away, to his own tank. The fish god thought he would be happy to have so much more room all to himself. But that was not the case. Kitty sunk to the bottom, listlessly blowing bubbles while resting on his pink rock bed. When would he be returned to his love? After weeks of lonesome sorrow, he sank into a deeper state of depression, and one fateful night, took his life into his own hands. He gathered all his strength, and hurled himself out of his tank. He lay dying on the table, until the fish god found him, and his suicide attempt was brought to an end. He was placed in his tank, this time, trapped under a lid. The fish god planned on reuniting him with his lost love...however...
Fluffy has amnesia!!!
Will Kitty ever give up his emo ways?
Will Fluffy remember who he is?
Will the pair ever be reunited?
What will become of Mango and Pickles, the two now sharing the home which first fostered the love affair between Fluffy and Kitty?
Find out next week, in the next exciting installment of...
All My Fry.
