Oliver The Goldfish



Oliver the Goldfish was born in Big Al's Aquarium Services in Brampton and came to our family in a time of great need, after the death of Bernard the Angelfish. He overcame many great obstacles in his life including middle child syndrome, the loss of his good friend Ping the Siamese fightingfish, and the traumatizing near-flushing incident of '99. Oliver was a kind fish, who loved to swim around his tank, eat the algae off the side of his plastic castle and play nicely with the other fish. He is survived by several thousand of his estranged siblings, Lisa the minnow and Bertie the betta fish. Oliver was an irreplaceable member of our family and he will be greatly missed.



We would also like to take this time to welcome our newest family memeber, Mopsy the blue tetra fish to our family and invite you all to her tank debut on Saturday December 6th, 2008 at 2 p.m.

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He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his face. The room had been silent for almost ten minutes and he wondered if she had left. It wouldn't be the first time. 'I don't know why I play these games with her. This is stupid. I should end it.' Empty thoughts, he knew. He would never try to stop her from tormenting him because it was probably the only reaosn she was with him. And a sick, twisted, unhealthy relationship was better than none at all.

He heard the floor creak creak behind him and felt the panic well up inside him. 'She's baiting me. She wants to see the fear. Don't. Show. Fear.' He tried to will his body to calm, with little success. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. The sound was out of place in the sick world of her games. She made little to no noise, and she would never give him warning of her movements.

"Bobby? What the hell are you tied up for man? What the fuck is going on here? And where's your clothes?" Asked a voice as hands loosened the ropes binding him to his seat. Next came the blindofld. It was only Hector.

"Uhh-- I was playing a game with... Raina." He debated on not telling Hector who he was with, but the answer would have been glaringly obvious. She was the only person he'd ever brought home.

"Raina? She's into this shit? Seriously? Damn. I never would have thought that. She's always so quiet and shit. I guess it's always the quiet ones, eh?" Hector asked, with a conspirational smile and an eyebrow waggle.

"Uhh, yeah." He said. He just wanted to find his clothes. 'Fucking Hector. I'm standing here in my boxers, he just untied me from the chair my girlfriend tied me to, and he wants to talk sex. Douchebag.' He thought as he spotted his shirt across the room.

"Seriously, that wicked awesome. If even you can get a kinky, nymphomaniac girlfriend then there must be hope for the rest of us dude. This like fries my brain though, dude." Hector said as he touched his head with all ten of his fingers and said "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ".

"Yeah, I guess so. Uhh.. I'm going to go have a shower. And whatever you do, don't say anything to Raina. No 'subtle hints' or looks or eyebrows or any creepy shit, okay?" He called over his shoulder as he headed out of the room.