I haven't followed up with the aquarium because I was going to take a look at a coworker's camera but he keeps forgetting to bring it in. My digital camera kinda sucks, but since I pretty much only use it to document the aquatic life in my cubicle I'm not too concerned.
Anyway, it's story time.
Last weekend I was at the bar spending my well-earned $50 gift certificate. I went to the bathroom and there were two guys washing their hands and this is the conversation they had (pardon the language- I'm just quoting them):
Guy #1: So this guy totally broke into our place to steal stuff and he had a gun to our heads and I was all like 'whatever,' and calling him a pussy.
Guy #2: Yeah, if anyone put a gun to my head I'd totally kill them.
Guy #1: Well, I didn't want to kill him, but he was just a pussy, man.
(and then Guy #2 lowers his voice a little and gets real serious)
Guy #2: Well I never told you this before, man... (dramatic pause)... but I'm trained in fighting.
Then they walked out. I was laughing because of the delivery. These guys were blood-brothers and knew everything about each other, but Guy #2 had kept this one dark secret to himself and it tore him up inside. Yeah, man. Trained in fighting.
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