/mourn
It is with heavy heart that I must inform you of the passing of The Fish. Most of us, when it comes our time to move on, hope for a worthy ending be it noble sacrifice or gentle passing in bed. Sadly, The Fish was given no such dignity. What fate befell this bastion of comfort, this soft yet firm supporter? It was nothing less than a half-naked toddler taking his early steps through the trials and tribulations of poddy training. Yes, my friend, the beloved Fish was not bid farewell in a toilet like his brethren, but rather the urine was brought to him in the form of Jacob, my 3-year old nephew.
A memorial service has not been scheduled.
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You may be asking yourself, "Who or what is The Fish?" Well in my university days, I had a licensed pillow from the NFL Miami Dolphins collection. My girlfriend at the time became enamored of the cushy goodness of the pillow and dubbed it The Fish.
Here's a picture:
Not that I am--or ever was--a big Miami Dolphins fan, let alone sports fan, my sister has graciously agreed to replace the pillow that my nephew so boldly (or is that bodily?) marked as his territory. So all's well that ends well...I guess.
A memorial service has not been scheduled.
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You may be asking yourself, "Who or what is The Fish?" Well in my university days, I had a licensed pillow from the NFL Miami Dolphins collection. My girlfriend at the time became enamored of the cushy goodness of the pillow and dubbed it The Fish.
Here's a picture:
Not that I am--or ever was--a big Miami Dolphins fan, let alone sports fan, my sister has graciously agreed to replace the pillow that my nephew so boldly (or is that bodily?) marked as his territory. So all's well that ends well...I guess.