Tag: goldfish

Isn’t it strange how situations can occur that flash us right back to an earlier experience?
Just yesterday I was trying to fit a tiny cowboy hat on a distinctly unimpressed goldfish and I suddenly thought of our first date.

Round and round I go.
I am the Goldfish explorer.

My little robot goldfish runs on really tiny batteries.
They’re like AAAAAAAA or something.

Goldfish piss in the water they live.
Humans allow them to do this.