No Offence But.

You were kind of a shit fish. I don't even have a photo of you. I was going to put up one that looked like you, but to be honest, I can't really remember what you look like already.

And no offence wife but you picked it for being pretty and, well. Look where that landed it. Down the toilet. Back toilet admittedly, so it wouldn't get pooed on, because I do have a shred of human (fish) decency.

The ano bitch didn't eat, and swam about like he owned the tank. You picked the gayest fish in the shop wife, don't think it went unnoticed. He also had no personality so he wasn't even one of those good gays either.

Whereas my fish was awesome, just like his name sake, and like his name sake, literally jumped at his food. Well, I don't literally jump for food, but then I don't have it held above my head. Try it with a pie and see what happens.

Sorry but. Don't come into my house and expect me to like you and clean your tank and shit.

RIP Sandy a.k.a. Sanford* - whenever the wife brought you into our lives - today. Tough titties.

*Blasphemous BTW.