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Being the biggest fish ain't necessarily the best - especially when the quick, small fish gang up on you.
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The grass may be fake, but it's not always greener on the other side of the glass. Think before you jump.
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Why does everything look abnormally large and distorted until it actually enters my sphere of experience? I'm always so confused.....
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Large, tumor-like growths around the eyes are a sign of dignity and oozing masculinity.
There's always a bigger fish in the sea... fortunately, you're safe in a bowl 500 miles away.
Rocks come in all shapes and sizes and colors.
Contrary to popular opinion, all drains do not lead to the ocean, at least not without passing through a complex network of grilles, fluorination chambers, and sterilization treatment tanks. And big, whirling, sharp fans.
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I dreampt about my goldfish last night. There were a couple of inches of water on my living room floor, and they were swimming around, and every so once in a while, they'd stop by where I was sitting and rear up ion the water to beg for food - and then I'd notice that they had (in addition to fins) four paws that looked a lot like overgrown puppy dog paws.
Where's Bob and his dreambook?
It's raining way to much here in the PacNW - my dreams are getting more and more bizarre.
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CT, To sum up: We always give the kids a pet as the last gift of Christmas. Last year, it was the Albino frogs. (I hate them. They are the color of flesh) Steve researched, and found out that a Betta fish could go in with the regular fish. The frogs are in the fishtank, too. The kids unwrapped the fish, oohed and aahed, and dumped him ceremoniously into the tank. Moments later, shouts of horror from the living room: "THE FROG IS EATING THE FISH!" And indeed he was. There was the poor Betta, flowing tail on one side of the frog's mouth, flailing head on the other. It was sad. Except, I could not stop laughing.
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