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This is a story. A very melodramatic story about a montage of an enormous school of purple, man-eating, pink polka dot bikini-wearing goldfish. One "family-night" in SanFranFISHco, CaliFINia, all of the goldfish were sitting around their underwater fire telling stories. Grandfather Fish told the myth of the three Arabian, daquari-drinking men who rode their 3-humped camels with green tennis shoes to the ocean and dried it up because they were so thirsty. Immediately picturing this horrific image in their little fish brains, they phoned their sea horse friend, Humanist Jack the pilot, and asked him to fly them on his underwater paper jet-plane to Arabia so that they could invect the ocean-drinking camels. In reality, however, this story has nothing to do with purple goldfish or Arabian men drinking daquaries. That was just a metaphor for the secret legend of the Temple of Harangue, which is known for the many forceful sermons, lectures, and tirades performed within its massive walls covered in ancient maxims. The inference of this story is: PLEASE... don't do drugs. : )
ohh so many laughs with jesse and jill today