Still, tell me that this tank wouldn't drive you nuts, unless you were, maybe a Viet Cong Tiger Striped Sniper Fish!
Let me apologise in advance for any of you vets who just spasmed into a PTSD frenzy over that last line. Except you Iraq vets. Fuck you, you ain't never seen no jungle. I'll throw some sand in your face and turn a hair drier on ya when I want to spaz one of you guys out.
I bet all the other fish huddle in a clear corner near the front of the glass, hoping that some snaggle-toothed predator doesn't come torpedoeing out at them. Too many damn bushes, I say. And not enough divers and treasure chests and clams opening and closing, and stuff bobbing up and down.
And it needs a castle.
Nope, substandard tank all around. Less trouble to doctor-shop and score a jar of Valium.
Valium does not shit up a fish tank.
Now SEA HORSES! They would fucking ROCK! And maybe tiny mutant penguins.
I like penguins.
Black Light! Needs a black light! And one of those hot Barbie mermaids. But paint red nipples on her. Barbies need nipples. And if you've ever whacked off to a Barbie, well just shame on you. And to Skipper? Well, seek professional help.