The Fish On Sticks Madness Page

These are fish on sticks.

I Like Fish on Sticks

The pet store was selling them for  apiece. I thought this was odd since they were normally . I decided not to look a gift in the mouth so I bought 200 of them. I like fish on sticks.

I took my 200 fish on sticks home. I have a big car. I let one of them . His name was Sigmund. He was kind of . In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in the genitals. I laughed. They punched me in the genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to . They would screech and hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its .

Two hours later I found out why all the fish on sticks were so : they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sort of dropped dead. Kinda like when you buy a and it dies five hours later. Goddamn cheap fish on sticks.

I didn't know what to . There were 200 dead fish on sticks lying all over my room; on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet fish on a stick and one hundred ninety-nine dead, dry fish on sticks.

I tried to pretend that they were just . That worked for a while; that is, until they began to decompose. It started to smell .

I had to pee but there was a dead fish on a stick in my toilet and I didn't want to call . I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two at a time, so I had to change them every . I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't   .

I tried to burn them, but little did I know that my was flammable.

I had to extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet fish on a stick in my toilet, two dead, frozen fish on sticks in my freezer, and one hundred nintey-seven dead, fish on sticks in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.

I became at my inability to dispose of the dead fish on sticks and I really had to . So I went and severely beat one of the fish on sticks. I felt better.

I tried but . I told him I had a . He couldn't take it either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I .

My friends didn't quite know what to say. They pretended to like them, but I could tell they were lying. So I .

I like fish on sticks.

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