speaking of fish, my shark died last night somewhere around 8pm. i'd had it for several years now, and understood that maybe it just got tired of my tank. if i was a shark i would totally go to the giant puddle in the sky! screw 55 gallons! i'm goin' to shark heaven buddy!
the'll feed me better up there, as well as not force me to live with little rat basterd tetras that annoy me to death you punk!
so , i understand it's willingness to die. melissa called him sharko...
maybe getting an eel isn't such a bad idea after all.