Blog Archive

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

The Story of my Fucking Fish

Last long-weekend, I decided to go to SM MegaMall and passed by a pet shop. I looked around and stopped to watch this really colorful fish. The saleslady noticed me, seeing I'm totally amazed while staring at that fish, and asked me if I would like to buy it.

“Of course I will! This is a very rare fish!” I said to the confused saleslady, perhaps thinking I’m on drugs.

The saleslady asked if I ever had a pet fish before; I said no. She carefully scooped the fish out of the water, placed it on a clear plastic bag, handed it to me and I exclaimed, "Whoa, what a nice fucking fish!"

The saleslady said, "Ah, please sir, can you mind your language, there are children here?"

I responded (thinking quickly), "I'm sorry miss, but that's what this fish is called --- a fucking fish!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said the saleslady. "I didn't know."

I excitedly brought the fish at my boarding house and saw my boardmates. “Hey guys, look at this nice fucking fish!"

"Please Yodz," one of my boardmate said. "Mind your language, can’t you see my friend here? She’s a nun."

"No, you don't understand," I said. "That's what this fish is called, and I bought it. I bought this fucking fish!"

"Hmmm," said the cute nun, stared at the fish and said. "You know, you are correct, this is a fucking fish, can I show it to my friend, he’s outside and he’s a priest"

So the nun took the fish and showed it to the priest.

"Father, take a look at this fucking fish, Mother Superior will love it!"

"My lord, what language!" said the priest.

"No, father," said the nun. "That's what the fish is called---a fucking fish, can’t you see!”

The priest stared at it for a moment and said,

"Hmmm, you know, you fuckers are all right. Mother Superior will love this fucking fish - Yes, we will give this fucking fish to her."

"But I bought that fucking fish!" I protested.

On a second thought, I said, “Yeah I guess, it would be better if you’ll have it, I can’t really take care of it.”

…and that’s the end of the story of my supposed-to-be fucking pet-fish.

By the way, here’s the picture of the fish. This is really a Fucking Fish! 

Something is wrong with it, look closely!
Didn’t see it?
Well, look again. 


If you still didn’t see it, I’ll tell you in the comments section. 







Related Posts with Thumbnails

About the Blogger

Yodi Insigne
Yodi de Veas Insigne is one of those delusional sorts who imagines himself a useful contributor to the greater blogosphere (Well, that's what he's trying to accomplish).

He started blogging for three reasons:

1. He always felt he has something important to say,
2. Books can make him cry, and cliff jumping can make him high,
3. He want to sleep at night.

He is a self-certified bookworm, travel junkie, shutterbug, movie freak, Mangyan hiker who sleeps a lot and think a lot. He got a little vice, which is black coffee and cashew nuts. He got colorblindness on yellow and green - and he freaking loves it!

Connect with Yodi

Let us connect on FacebookLet us connect on TwitterSubscribe to posts via RSS Watch my Videos

Follow me on Instagram

Subscribe via e-mail

Enter your email address:

Delivered by FeedBurner

  ©Yodisphere 2010 Creativity is copyrighted

Back to TOP