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A Load of Carp

by Socrates Adams-Florou

My goldfish has just died. I had to flush it down the toilet. I didn't even know what sex it was and I've flushed it down the toilet. I feel absolutely terrible. There is nothing I can do because it's definitely dead. Rest in piece, Macbeth.

6S

Socrates Adams-Florou lives in Manchester, England.

12 comments:

chris killen said...

this story made me wish there was 'something i could do'.

i made myself some toast and a cup of tea.

xtx said...

you did good socrates (and I pronounce your name, 'SO-craytz' because it's funnier that way.)

Madam Z said...

There's something fishy about this story. I may have to report you to the F.B.I. (Fish Bashing Incidents).

Bob Clay said...

What if it wasn't dead, and it encounters some strange unnatural chemical dumped by a mad scientist who lives in the next street ?

It could mutate into something gigantic and orrible...

Goldzilla ........ !!!

Frank Morgan said...

Never put gin in the fish bowl, yeah you'd think they'd love it, but they don't, they don't.

Quin said...

well done... in the wrong hands, this could have been a piece of carp.

brandon said...

poor fish

King said...

Rest in Peace Lady Macbeth?

Socrates Adams-Florou said...

You will all be pleased to hear that I do have one more fish that is definately alive.

Bob Clay said...

Goldzilla 2 !!!!

PetsLive said...

I have a stuffed cat called Macbeth. He told me that he ate your fish. Stop lying Socrates.

silves said...

ah, the brevity, the wit, produced some chuckles from me, it did!