Your Personal Guinness Records
 

I have the world's most giant Sea Monkey in my office. I can't get a good picture of him through the plastic aquarium. But he's huge, I tell you. HUGE.

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My personal Guinness record is 16 pints, but that was over the space of two hours.

...so that's how you use that third foot.

;)

Mama Sea Monkey makes me wish I had sixteen hands.

So does Papa Sea Monkey...

I had sea monkeys on my desk when I worked in London.
Trouble is, the "aquarium" looked like some kind of office toy, so I had to put a label on it asking people not to shake it or turn it upside down.
That took much of the fun out of things. I flushed them down the toilet one day, tired of explaining the label.

I did set a personal best on Arran though.
I walked to Kildoran in just over an hour.
Can you still claim a personal best if you have never walked the route before?

Yes, you can. Guinness may not recognize it, but to hell with those bog trotters.

I too could drink 16 pints of the black stuff. This was 22 years ago. Oh, included shots of whiskey somewhere along the way. Done on multiple occasions.

Yeah, bitd I could put it away. My nasty beer record was 24 pounds plus shots plus smoke. Maybe I should have taken harder classes.

24 pounds!

24 pounds? Christ, that must be at least $75 in rolling papers.

There was a fair amount of vomiting involved. Old Milwaukee, I believe, just screams class. Now 24 lbs of dope... that'd be a whole other toxicology report.

Crush the Sea Monkey disappeared. Or died. I don't know.

He was there, then he wasn't. I looked in the muck and didn't see him. The last time I looked which was at least the evening before he was swimming around like a crazy man!

This was yesterday. I said "Hey! Someone stole my sea monkey!" and my cow orkers were like "you mean the whole aquarium?" and I'm like "no, just Crush."

"Why would someone steal a Sea Monkey" she said as she cocked her eyebrow at me.

"To be mean. To think it was funny because it's just a stoopid little brine shrimp so it would be funny to reach in there and pull him out and throw him away."

I was kidding. I think he's Jesus Sea Monkey and just got the day wrong. Come Monday, it'll be all right. He'll be back in his tank.

So...my cat visited again last night. God he's cute. Lets me carry him around under one arm, just as content as can be. But he can't stay. He's used to being outside a lot and I am not ready for that. But he is sweet to see from time to time. Just acts like we're old friends. Mi casa su casa.

Meow casa.

'supcat? or Cat!'sup?

Heeheee...when he walks in I say "Hey WASSUP?????? Who ARE you?"

He just laughs.

Ketchup would be a good name for him. My friend from NC named his dog Pickles and his then 12 yo daughter, in her heavy NC accent, said "Wha didn't yew just name him Ketchup?"

infinite Sea Monkey has no end.

A cat? awesome :)

I loves da Sea Monkeys.

I had a Micro View Ocean Zoo in my office 25 or so years ago.

My friend, forksbob, also had one.

One Monday he came into work to find there had been a population explosion.

The mystery of the Sea Monkey fecundity was solved when his boss sheepishly came to him a few days later and fessed up.

She had knocked over his Micro View Ocean Zoo.

And panicked.

And went to a pet store.

Imagine that. Woman in a business suit screaming, "What do you mean, you don't have sea monkeys? I killed my programmer's sea monkeys and I need to replace them before he comes in on Monday, dammit!"

Luckily, the weird guy in the back of the store knew what sea monkeys really are, and that they don't actually have their own furniture. (I am not convinced about this ... I think that the magnifying glass dents on the Micro View Ocean Zoo are simply of insufficient power to reveal the couch and the high chair.)

The boss walked out with a baggie full of brine shrimp and thought none would be the wiser. But she had been raised Catholic, and the guilt got to her so she had to confess and seek forgiveness.

I had this feeling that I had told this story here before ... lo and behold, I had.

Deja MicroView.

I love your Sea Monkey story, wolf!

Yeah, my Sea Monkey wasn't Jesus after all. He's gone. Disappeared. Poof. Missing.

My cat friend visited twice this weekend. I didn't really have anything for him to eat. I'm not sure this is a good habit to get into. But he's so freaking funny!

Cats is always good habits to get into.

Unless you have a secret hamster and the first your housemates know about it is a dead hamster in the living room, because you are all really cat lovers but the rental clause says no pets.

Stupid bloody cat - you take your leftovers home with you.