update: i feel like a bitch with a fish down its throat. the fish has spread its fins and started breathing again. i think i'm growing gills. take the fish for example, when hooked, he fights for his life. now that the fish has hooked me, i somehow feel compelled to lay down and give the fish what he wants. and guess what, the fish speaks spanish. i never learned spanish. i took french instead dammit. up yours fish... oww that hurts...
some odd things i have learned:
#1- the fish is avenging the deaths of his 4 compadres last weekend
#2- the world is a subway
#3- subway is low fat and delicious
#4- so are fish... well not this fucker, he's a tub and a half
**my voice could woo a frog**