Sunday, June 20, 2010

...and don't let the door hit ya!

Dear Fish,

You may be wondering right about now where the heck you are. Figure it out. You did this you yourself. You are the one who couldn't keep your bowl clean. You are the one who smelled. You are the one who liked to poop as we walked by.

We found you a new home. I was able to convince some friends that you were a good thing. (typed as I twist my black handlebar mustache). We shall see how long you last.

Good Riddance,

Your former family

1 comment:

Robyn said...

So evil and yet so funny! When's lunch, my friend????