A fish population explosion and blocking jerks Hello, ya happy group of homos (and a few of you straighties). I hope you are having a fabulous week.
I can already tell you that this week’s column is going to be another episode of brain vomit. Everything I want to write about is depressing or puts me in an immediate bad mood.
So, I will be keeping this one lighthearted instead. The world today is so fucking horrible and worrisome that I just don’t want to add to the zeitgeist of sadness.
First off, my fish won’t stop fucking! We have a nice sized aquarium, maybe 35 gallons. A few years ago, we started to add living plants to it because I wanted to get rid of all of the fake-ass plants that look faker than a tan on a showgirl.