fish die and interns rise
in honor of my intern’s one year anniversary of slavery i have decided to give him a promotion. no longer will he be called “intern” — he has paid his dues long enough. his new title will be “operations manager/sherpa”. you’ve done a great job dino – everyone loves you and u r actually starting to listen and execute my orders with speed and efficiency.
in celebration of this promotion i have decided to name my new fighting fish santino – which is dino’s real name. this is a tad bittersweet though because tessio my most recent fish died earlier this week. rip tessio…your life was a bit shorter than the rest but u were a true warrior. you battled back a couple times from some sort of fish disease – it was tough watching u die. i wish these fighting fish had a longer lifespan than just the one year average. anyway, dino…meet santino – ur now in charge of feeding him when u are over here.
You need to call the next one called Luca Brasi. (Not that he’ll die but because he sleeps with the fishes.) (Well so do the rest of them too, but still.)
hmm, is this what i have to look forward to? “i aspire to fran naming a fish after me. or maybe a hamster” 😉
Maybe you should call Dino ‘Fish’. Sweet and dirty (on account of its prison connection)
Sorry about Tessio. I’ve never loved a fish.
Fighting fish taste like Chicken…..
congrats Dino! 🙂
RIP little tessio
welcome Santino jr.