[Dastone]

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First ever BBV confession appropriately about fish

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When i was 8 years old i really wanted a pet. My parents didn't want to
commit to a cat or dog, so they bought me a goldfish with the tank and
everything. The first two weeks were awesome! I'd watch this little goldfish
swim around the tank all the time and named him "Big Red" because he was
more red than gold. In the next month i also added a siamese fighting fish
to the tank. In the following months i got sick of having to clean the tank
and feed the fish etc... It turned into a chore...and i spent my entire life
growing up trying to eliminate chores. So one rainy Saturday morning, my
parents were out grocery shopping and only my older brother was home. I
locked the door to my room and grabbed the net that i used to scoop up the
fish when i had to clean the tank. I picked up the siamese fighting fish
(there were two at this point as the goldfish was dead) and i held it above
the tank out of the water. I waited until it stopped flopping around and was
sure it was dead. Then i just dumped them back in the tank. When my parents
came home i told them the fish died and they flushed it down the toilet.
They asked me if i wanted another one and i assured them that i'd be okay
without a fish. I guess i'm a murderer?

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Haha, this is so close to what I did at about the same age with my chinese fighter fish, only I repeatedly tapped the bowl to annoy him. He would attack the glass by ramming his head into it. I did this until he had rammed himself into the glass enough to kill himself. The fish would just get redder, and redder, but would not stop ramming the bowl. I guess this makes me Dr. Kevorkian to the fish world.