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.

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