There was a drowning today in the sea monkey tank. We tried to stop it, I swear.
Pre-infant suicide, I caught one of the sea monkeys writhing around on the hood of one of the pink cars, like it was caught in some sort of Whitesnake video. The other sea monkeys didn’t seem very impressed at its poor Tawny Kittaen impression. I was embarrassed for it.
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hahahah I love this
Such a tragic loss, and at so young…
That’s okay….plenty of room in the back seats to make more ;op