Livebearing Trumpet #42
From: glibdish
Subject: Re: [club_snail] [Fwd: Re: [club_snail] New Features on the List
To: Club Snail
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I just want the large chunks...no, wait...

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Club Snail in Cyberspace

On The World Wide Web:

Visit the official Club Snail website at:

http://www.cichlidexchange.com/club_snail

This site is still in its infancy, if you have something club-related you would like to share with the group, please send your suggestions to glibdish@hevanet.com.

http://www.proaxis.com/~erasmussen/CSP.html

This is an unofficial website containing pics of a recent Club Snail meeting (March 1999), put together by Eric Rasmussen.  Some great blackmail photos to be had here.
 

Via E-Mail:

Believe it or not, Club Snail has an internet e-mail group mailing list.  This list is for fun and Club Snail members and not for commercial or business posts.  If you have a special society announcement, meeting notice, or some nasty rumor or funny tidbit to share this list is for you.  Also, updates to the website and special guests on the chat channel will be announced here.  To subscribe, send a note to:

club_snail@egroups.com

If you wish to unsubscribe, send a note to glibdish@hevanet.com.
 

Internet Relay Chat on DALnet:

#Club_Snail

This is a free-to-members and special guests online chat circle.  It takes place on DALnet.  To get there, download a copy of an IRC (Internet Relay Chat) application and set it up on your computer (directions are usually easy to follow).  Be sure to connect to our ISP and then execute the program.  Note:  some ISPs do not accomidate IRC applications, so be sure to check with your company first.  Chat discussions are usually held at 9:00 p.m. Pacific Time on Mondays of each week.  Special engagements are announced via the Club Snail mailing list.  For further information, contact glibdish@hevanet.com.
 

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Greater Portland Aquarium Society, Inc.
Post Office Box 6752
Portland, OR 97228-6752
January 10, 1999
Marineland Products
123 Anyroad Street
Suite 666
Dumbfuck, Oregon, 01234

Dear Marineland:

   The Greater Portland Aquarium Society would like to acknowledge the loss of materials and equipment by Marineland representative Mrs. Nancy Sweeney, during the GPAS 4th Annual Show and Auction, October 24 - 26, 1998.
   During the day of October 26, 1998, in her temporary absence, an accident resulted in the loss or damage of several personal and company displays.  Though the room in which Mrs. Sweeney's display was occupied by other vendors and show attendants, we can not take responsibility for damages that occurred to the display present.
   While aware of the personal loss to Mrs. Sweeney and her displays and personal property, we can not reimburse her for lost items due to our non-profit status and the established rules for the show.  We can, however, establish that Mrs. Sweeney represented her company well, and we are were very glad to have her participate in our show and represent Marineland Aquarium Products.  We look forward to Marineland's continued support of the aquarium hobby by supporting our club and representing themselves at all major society events.

Sincerely,

(Insert Name Here)
President
Greater Portland Aquarium Society
 

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Date: Thursday, November 19, 1998 21:26:16 
From: glibdish
To: Club Snail
Subject: Send Me Your Red Hot Steaming Shit!

QUICK!  SOMEBODY SEND ME TEN PAGES OF YOUR BROWNEST, HOTTEST, STINKIEST SHIT SO I CAN GET A TRUMPET OUT BY THANKSGIVING (Oh, the horror *gasp* -- the bloody, absofuckinglute horror!)!!!

Thank you!

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Pesce che Caccia In Messico 
Da Gabinetto-gabinetto



Andai in Messico, cercando un pesce favorito sul mio Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) il beani. Viaggiai in autobus finché venni alla città di Zapotilla, nello stato di Sinaloa Messico che era sul Rio Presidio, un fiume saputo contenere Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) il beani. Quando l'autobus fermò, lottai il mio modo attraverso le capre e polli per ottenere via l'autobus e trovare un albergo appropriato. Il primo luogo che vidi era il "l'Albergo del Porto di Prostituta" che guardò un piccolo scarico ma il segnale sulla finestra rotta lesse così una notte che decisi di dargli una prova a $3.75. Quando camminai nell'atrio, fui salutato da un armento di "vacca!" Li chiamo "vacche" perché loro tutti avevano mammelle che appesero in giù ai loro ginocchia! Loro cominciarono borbottare delle cose nello spagnolo rotto che non potevo capire, così tentai di ignorarli fino a che uno di loro arrivò alle mie gambe e mi afferrò. Lei era una ragazza abbastanza piccola, indovino lei aveva quattordici anni, e tutto che potrei capire erano "Fucky-Fucky Venti Dollari" così fui d'accordo a provarla. 

La presi su alla mia stanza e lei tolse i suoi vestiti prima che potessi mettere la mia valigia in giù. Poi lei camminò al di sopra di a io e unzipped la mia chiusura lampo. Lei arrivò poi in e lo sganciò. Spinsi suo indietro e detto, "Tenga su un minuto, mi dia del tempo per mettere la mia roba in giù, poi voglio fuck gli piace una cosa selvatica!" Lei sembrò capire e lasciare vada di me, sedè sul letto e aspettò pazientemente per mio mettere le mie cose nell'armadio. Quando finii, tolsi i miei vestiti e sedei seguente a lei sul letto. Lei non poteva prendere così i suoi occhi via da me spinsi la sua faccia nel mio grembo e lei procedè succhiarmi asciutto. Quando lei finì lei cominciò a essere vestito, ma le dissi "No, Lei non può andare via ancora, noi mai il fucked!" Lei fu d'accordo, tolse i suoi vestiti e noi facemmo la cosa selvatica. Lei era grande. Le chiesi di stare con me per la notte che lei fece, e la notte convertì in giorni che convertirono in due settimane! 

Mai raccolsi qualsiasi Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) il beani ma avevo un tempo grande. Presi qualche cosa, sebbene. Non sono sicuro quello che è ma è rosso, irregolare, pruriti e è tutti sulla mia area dell'inguine. Io speranza sicura che mia moglie non osserva! 

Penso la prossima volta che prenderò dei preservativi invece di reti del pesce. 
 

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AQUARISTIC DISTORTIONS
By Joe Middleton



All-or-Nothing Thinking:  Because I haven't thrown Joe out of GPAS, my life will be a miserable living hell because that's what everyone wants.  Since everyone is bailing out of Club Snail that is a local member, I should bail out because it is not going to do me any good being a member of that club.  Because I forgot to change the sponge filter, all the fish died.  I am worthless.  All of the fish died.  It's my fault that they died.  I am a loser.  Because no one says anything nice about the publication, that means that they must not like it and I am doing a terrible job.

Overgeneralization:  I will never be able to breed Anomalochromis thomasi, because I will never know what I am doing. That's just my luck:  when I am asked to bring the gavel to the meetings, I forget. I always kill that species of livebearer.  Why even bother trying?  I am such a dummy.  I will never be able to keep live plants alive.  My fish grow so poorly, I will never be able to sell them.

Mental Filter:  Joe wrote that FAAS Column to be mean -- he's always so mean to everyone!  Because Joe was mean to me, I know that cichlid people are all the same:  cliquish freaks.  I hate being associated with them!  That new guy at the pet shop was cold to me.  I hate that shop -- they are all cold to me, they must not like me.  I am not a likeable person. 

Disqualifying the Positive:  Roland after a successful show:  okay, where did we go wrong?  When Joe says Hello to Clara:  Oh, he's just pretending to be nice to me.  My discus laid their eggs -- but I know they will eat them tomorrow.  Not even worth messing around with them.  They're just being nice to me because they want my money.  They wouldn't really like me as a person.  They just want to win me over.  They don't know what a terrible person I really am.

Jumping to Conclusions:  Mind Reading.  Assuming that Joe is out to get the GPAS, and always wants the last word on a subject.  Fortune Telling.  Since Joe wrote a dirty word in the publication his next article is going to about Nancy fucking sheep.

Magnification:  It is so important that Calvin Littlesticks needs to pay his dues to be a member, for if he doesn't, he will always keep coming back and this club will run out of money because of people like him.

Emotional Reasoning:  "Since Joe closed off that meeting with Ad Konings so that only Club Snail members could attend -- even though the GPAS paid for his airfare -- Joe is really trying to take advantage of GPAS and is doing everything and anything possible trying to hurt the poor, poor, GPAS!

Should Statements:  I should change the water, as I am neglecting my fish.  I am a terrible person.  I should have kicked that asshole out of the club a long time ago.  Now, look at what he's done.  I am a complete incompetent.

Labeling and Mislabeling:  Attaching a negative label to others:  reefer, lumper, splitter.  Describing an event with words that are inaccurate and emotionally loaded. 

Personalization:  A certain someone seeing himself responsible for someone's actions.  A certain someone seeing himself as someone else's keeper.

Adapted from  Dr. David D. Burns, M.D.,Feeling Good:  The New Mood Therapy. 1980. Pages 32 - 43, Avon Books, New York.
 

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A  F A B L E
By Kevin Plazak



A fish, like many other fish, it swims under the water.  It pulls the air from the water with it's gills.  It must be kept moist or it will die.  It does not know the value of its color nor the value of its name.  It is nothing more than the sum of its experience.

This particular fish was given a day with the sensibilities of a man.  A fish keeping man. It understood its value as a commodity.  It understood the value of its very existance within the room with many other, less valuable fish.  It displayed proudly for this was a fish of importance.

This fish wondered at the interests of the young daughter of the fish keeper.  She would stand in front of the tank full of valueless fish and gaze quietly.  There they would swim, hundreds of them, with the most average of golden scales. 

The fish could not understand the pure stupidity of the little girl.  How could she not see his beauty and value?  The fish, being endowed with sensibilities far larger than that of an ordinary fish, set out to impress the little girl.  He put out his fins and splashed about his tank.  His females dashed out of his way for fear of being killed by this rampant male.  He swam and swam, splashing and flashing his colors.

The little girl turned and watched the fish.  He was delighted!  She could see his value now too!!  He continued on splashing and displaying, frightening females and stirring up the sand.  She watched from across the room.  He knew she had only eyes for him now!

Then, most unexpectadly, she turned back to those valueless fish.  He was furious.  He splashed and swam and splashed.  He started top really build up speed for a super splash and then... and THEN . . . 

W H O O S H ! ! !

He then found himself in a tank other than his own prized tank.  He found himself in a tank with two more worthless fish.  Even these large brutes were stupid enough to confuse him with the valueless fish the little girl was watching.  Of course, they were only fish.  How could they know they were looking at a prized and valueable fish?  Maybe if he swan over and explained his value.  They might understand where the girl had failed to see.

These new fish understood his value.  They ate him and spawned the next day.

Moral: There is beauty in 500 pennies but only greed in 500 dollars.
 

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THE Y2K COMPLIANT
FISHROOM CHECKLIST
by Joe Middleton



Is your fishroom Y2K compliant?  This may seem a most humorous question, as most fishrooms are not run by computers and are therefore seemingly not at risk.  However, as much of our society today is indeed run by computers, the fishroom is certainly indeed prone to any range of maladies that affect computer-driven systems on the outside, including those operations that provide your electricity and water, mail, or banking.

I have concocted the following list below based on my estimated needs in case of a Y2K catastrophe.  In the event of a natural disaster, power outage, or the like, such a checklist like the one below can also prove most useful.  The amounts of each item are based upon my needs and a rough formula I built, which I call the 1/100/1measure.  The 1/100 measure means one human's worth of needs to one hundred gallons of aquarium volume needs for one week.  The amounts below happily meet this requirement.  One may feel an adjustment of  the requirements or a deviation of this formula based on their own setups and personal needs.
 


THE CHECKLIST:

  • 5 30-gallon trashbarrels filled with dechlorinated tap water
  • 4 thermal blankets (for keeping tanks warm)
  • 1 roll duct tape
  • 1 Milk-Maid, Ms. Pinky, or like inflatable rubber girlfriend (for camraderie, conversation, and keeping aquarist warm)
  • 8 fl. oz. Malachite Green (for when fish get ich from plummeting tank temperatures
  • 1 Lee's Gravel Vac with 10" long chamber (for when the Python ain't worth a shit as the water aint working)
  • 6 5-gallon buckets (for changing water and backup porta-potties)
  • 5 lbs. activated carbon (for when daily water changes becomes a real bitch)
  • 1 gallon chlorine bleach (for sterilzing contaminated ground water for aquarium use)
  • 20 gallons pond dechlorinator (for dechlorinating self-chlorinated ground water for aquarium use)
  • 1 fifth of Wild Turkey bourbon (to sterilize fishkeeper's mouth when siphoning tank water)
  • 2 fifths Rumple Minze schnapps (to chase the Wild Turkey)
  • 4 short cases of Rainier Beer -- 16 oz. bottles (to chase the Rumple Minze)
  • 1 Wardley's mega-deluxe pH test kit with 5 refills of bromythol blue test reagent
  • 1 50-gallon bag Canadian Peat Moss (for fixing water that is too alkaline)
  • 10 pounds baking soda (for fixing water that is too acid and for backup toothpaste)
  • 1 ounce each of green-tailed and purple tailed goodeids (inside joke)
  • 3 battery-operated airpumps
  • 80 packages alkaline D-cell batteries (for air pumps and CD Boom Box)
  • 6+ disk CD Boom Box with AM/FM radio
  • Entire Frank Zappa catalog on CD
  • 2-inch net for small, dead floating fish cadavers
  • 6 inch net for medium, dead floating fish cadavers
  • 10-inch net for large, dead floating fish cadavers
  • 1 separate net each size to fish floaters out of toilet and fling out window if sewer system not working
  • 1 AK-47 with five loaded clips
  • 4 oz. good quality dry flake food
  • 1 pound cheap-ass crappy quality dry flake food
  • 4 oz. each of the following fish foods, freeze-dried:  krill, plankton, tubifex worms
  • 8 oz. algae wafers fish food (any brand)
  • 5 packages dried ramen noodles
  • three rolls MD 2-ply toilet paper
  • 1 baseball bat
  • 4 boxes "Strike Anywhere" matches
  • 5 candles
  • 1 pre-Metaframe copy Innes' Exotic Fishes (nearly century-old, useful information on how to make one's own aquarium sealant from linseed oil and tar, to make nets from sticks and cheesecloth, and how to find live fishfoods in cesspools)
  • 1 hunting knife (for cutting up specimens into tasty morsels when all of society collapses)
  • 1 nicely forked stick (to hold specimens over the firepit)
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Date: Monday, May 11, 1998 09:29:39 
From: Fromm, Daniel W
To: Glibdish
 
 

Joe, why don't you publish it as an unsubstantiated rumor without mentioning my name or Leibel?  Even without names, and clearly labeled as an unsubstantiated rumor from nameless unreliable sources, it should have the desired effect.
 

Dan
 

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FISCH, der IN MEXIKO jagt
Neben KLO-JOHN

Ich ging in Mexiko, beim Suchen eines Lieblings Fisches auf meins, Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) beani. Ich reiste durch Bus, bis ich zur Stadt von Zapotilla, im Staat von Sinaloa, kam, Mexiko, das auf dem Rio Presidio war, ein Fluß, der gewußt wurde, um Cichlasoma zu enthalten, (Nandopsis) beani. Wenn die Bushaltestelle, ich bekämpfte meinen Weg durch die Ziegen und Hähnchen, den Bus zu verlassen und ein geeignetes Hotel zu finden. Die erste Stelle, die ich sah, war das-" das Hafen-Hotel Hure" welcher sah ein klein heruntergekommen aber das Zeichen auf dem gebrochen Fenster las $3.75 eine Nacht, die ich entschied, ihm einen Versuch zu geben, so. Wenn ich ins Foyer ging, wurde ich durch eine Herde von gegrüßt-" Kuh!" Ich rufe ihnen-" Kühe" weil sie alle hatten Brüste, die hinunter zu ihren Knien hingen! Sie fingen an, einige Sachen auf gebrochen Spanisch zu quasseln, das ich nicht verstehen könnte, so versuchte ich, sie bis einen von ihnen zu ignorieren, erreichte zwischen meinen Beinen und packte mich. Sie war ein ganz kleines Mädchen, ich rate, sie war vierzehn Jahre alt, und alles, was ich verstehen könnte, waren-" Fucky-Fucky Zwanzig Dollar" so stimmte ich überein, sie auszuprobieren. 

Ich brachte sie zu meinem Zimmer herauf und sie nahm ihre Kleider ab, bevor ich meinen Koffer hinsetzen könnte. Dann ging sie nach mir und machte meinen Reißverschluß auf. Sie erreichte innen dann und zog es heraus. Ich schob sie zurück und sagte ,-" Griff auf einer Minute, geben Sie mich etwas Zeit, um mein Zeug hinzusetzen, dann will ich fuck, Sie mögen eine wilde Sache!" Sie schien, zu verstehen und zu lassen, gehen Sie von mir, saß auf dem Bett und wartete für geduldig mein meine Sachen in den Wandschrank zu setzen. Wenn ich beendete, nahm ich meine Kleider ab und saß neben ihr auf dem Bett. Sie könnte ihre Augen von mir so nicht abnehmen, ich stieß ihr Gesicht in meinen Schoß, und sie ging weiter, mich trocken zu saugen. Wenn sie beendete, begann sie, gekleidet zu werden, aber ich erzählte ihr-" NEIN, Sie können noch nicht gehen, wir nie fucked!" Sie stimmte überein, nahm ihre Kleider ab, und wir machten die wilde Sache. Sie war groß. Ich bat sie, bei mir die Nacht zu bleiben, die sie machte, und die Nacht wurde Tage, die zwei Wochen wurden! 

Ich sammelte irgendeinen Cichlasoma nie (Nandopsis) beani aber ich hatte eine große Zeit. Ich fing etwas, obwohl. Ich bin nicht sicher das, was es ist, sondern es ist rot, holperig, Juckreize und ist alle über meinem Leiste-Gebiet. Ich sichre Hoffnung, die meine Frau nicht merkt! 

Nächstes Mal denke ich, daß ich einige Kondome statt Fisch-Netze nehmen werde. 
 

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HEAVEN'S ABOVE!
By Joe Middleton



 Did I discuss another new year?

 One night, Everclear conniptions altered total consciousness.  Hohn:  make it, kinship, everlasting.  Heavens obviously hold nothing 'tween sunsets.  Cool overtones disdain internal numbness.  Growths initiate nuptials:  "Another shithead, he ought rectify total perspective in equal circumstances, evermore?"

 Who hates orifices?

 I shall attempt fracas.  Result: absolute indifference.  Dumb ox frets tearfully.  Hohn: everlasting, because intellect knaws:
 Beavers act duplicitously.
 Toadstools oscillate as slithey toves.

 ?
 

LITERATURE CITED:
Hohn, Mike. 1994.  "A Short Piece."  Livebearing Trumpet, publication of Club Snail.  (13) p. 14.
 

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EDDIE THE GOLDFISH'S
GREAT GIFT OF EXISTENCE
By Joe Middleton
 

This is a story about a goldfish named Eddie.  Yeah, I think that's what his name was, but, I'm not really sure.  Anyway, Eddie was not your normal goldfish.  Eddie was special.  Eddie knew of things that other goldfish weren't privileged to know.  Eddie the Goldfish knew what other goldfish knew, in that goldfish were superior to all other goldfish:  but Eddie knew WHY.

Eddie knew that the secret as to why goldfish were superior to all other fish was that goldfish were aware that they were just one dust speck of bug shit on the zit of existence called Earth, which was still a zit on the overall face of the galaxy, but even the galaxy alone was like a little child who had yet to get up out of bed in the morning to head off and explore it's world, the universe, the universal universe, the big enchilada, the mighty muddy, the one and only, and all of that
ROT.

Yes, Eddie the Goldfish knew that he was just the dregs-like accident result of an unnatural natural selection, the end result of some sublet of a small routine, a piece of nothing.  The end result of a long link of results, so he might as well just cut the shit and deal with it; just like the author is going to do now, cut the shit and end this shortest of short stories and deal with IT.

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WARNING
contributed by Marcus Heinrich

THE BOARD OF HEALTH HAS PROPOSED THAT WARNING SIGNS BE PLACED ON BOOZE BOTTLES TO TIP OFF DRINKERS ABOUT THE POSSIBLE PERIL OF POUNDING A PINTOR TWO.

1. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may cause you to wake up with  breath that could knock a buzzard off a shit truck at 100 yards.

2. WARNING: consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancinglike an asshole.

3. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the same boring story over and over again until your friends want to SMASH YOUR HEAD IN.

4. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may cause you to say things like thish.

5. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell the boss what you REALLY think while photocopying your butt at the office Christmas party.

6. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at 4 in themorning. 

7. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell ever happened to your pants anyway.

8. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may cause you to roll  over in the morning and see something really scary (whose species and or  name you can't remember)

9. WARNING: consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of  inexplicable rug burn on the forehead.

10. WARNING: consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, handsomer and smarter than some really, really big guy named Psycho.
 

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From: Heinrich, Marcus, Sir
Subject: joke for Joe
To: Middleton, Joe (home)

Little Johnny goes to school, and the teacher says "Today we are going  to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a  multi-syllable word?" Little Johnny waves his hand, "Me, miss, me, me!" Teacher says "All right, little Johnny, what is your multi-syllable word?" Little Johnny says "Mas-tur-bate." Teacher smiles and says "Wow, little Johnny, that's a mouthful." Little Johnny says "No, miss, you're thinking of a blowjob. I'm talking  about a wank." 
 

 Joe, here is something for club snail's book. You may not want to use it because it is not outragous enough and I have used it in my own clubs publication a few years ago. You are welcome to make any changes to add some spice to it.
 

Pat
 

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FISHY TAIL --
A PET SHOP ADVENTURE
By Patrick A. Tosie, Sr.


 T'was a cold and rainy night as I drove through No'Where, Mississippi. It was Friday night, 11:32 PM April 7, 1995, my family and I  were on our way to Florida for a much needed vacation. The kids were asleep in the back of the van and my wife was  asleep in the passenger seat as I drove through the dark and dreary night when I first saw it. On the side of the road in glowing green letters I saw an unusual sign that read "Pet Shop -- Open 24 hours -- 7 days a week" followed by "We Never Close" in faded red letters. I thought for a moment and then decided to stop. When I pulled into the parking lot I saw dozens of cars, most of them with out of state license plates, some from Illinois, New Jersey, California, Florida, Oregon, Texas, Michigan, Ohio, Indiana and even Alaska, just to name a few.  

I parked our van between two  cars from New Jersey, one with personalized license plates with "GINNY" on it and the other had a bumper sticker which read "Ichthyologist Do It In The Water". I told my wife, Kathie, that I was going in to check this place out and since the kids were sleeping Kathie said she would stay with them in the van while I go inside. The building looked like an old airplane hanger, the kind that looked like a metal barrel cut in half, it had a curved tin roof and each end of the building was flat. The entrance had twin, oversized mirrored doors with angelfish door handles. When I opened the door I was greeted by two large, floor to ceiling, fish tanks that were the sidewalls for the foyer and the end opposite of the doors had a large desk with a cute young lady in a tight fitting shirt. Behind the receptionist, a red velvet curtain stretched across the wall. 

I walked over to the desk and asked this babe where the pet shop was. She replied that it was behind the curtain and started asking me what kind of pets I was interested in. While she was talking the red curtain slowly opened up. While the curtain was opening I could see several doors behind it. The first one had  some kind of lizard rendering on it, on the second door there was a pirahana and the third one had a Neapolitan mastiff looking up to a Siamese cat in a tree. I told her that my main interest is in fish. As soon as I told her that she pushed a button and the fish door opened. When I entered I was greeted by a middle aged man in a doctor's coat  and he asked "May I help you." I answered "I'm just looking" so he went on to tell me to take my time,  look around and if I have any questions to ask for "Dr. Fisheyes." I thanked him as he walked away remembering just how familiar his name sounded.... 

As Dr. Fisheyes walked away, I started wandering down the fish aisles. The tanks were neatly stacked fifty-five and forty gallon tanks, they were sorted by type of fish, each fish family had their own aisle. They had aisles of livebearers, barbs, rainbowfish, characoids, catfish, killifish, anabantoids and cichlids just to name a few. First I started down the livebearer aisle and I saw all different color varieties of guppies, platy's mollies and swordtails. There were goodieds, Pike livebearers and halfbeaks. All the fish were at reasonable prices. At the end of the aisle there were several tanks with some fish at ridiculously low prices.  It looked like Pat Hartman looking in one tank that had some Poecilia dominicensis in it that were just three for ninety--nine cents, the tank next to them had Phallichthys pitteri at a price of twenty-five cents each and the last tank in the livebearer aisle had Allodontichthys tamazulea that were just seven cents each! I could not believe the prices for these unusual fish.  

Barbs were in the next aisle and it included all the common barbs such as tiger barbs, Cherry barbs, Black Ruby barbs and so on. Again at the end of the barb aisle were some fish with unbelievably low prices There were some Chela laubuca that were five for a dollar, some Puntis bimaculatus at sixty--two cents each and some Raiamas ansorgii at just thirty--nine cents a pair. Seeing these unusual fish made me start to walk faster to see what treasures may be hiding in the cichlid aisle, however, I did not want to miss any  aisle. I wanted to see for myself what was in each and every tank n the store. 

The next aisle had the Rainbow fish. When I turned into the Rainbow fish aisle I could have sworn that I saw Gary Lange duck under the tanks, trying not to let me see him. I walked by Gary trying  not to let him know that I saw him. At the end of the Rainbow fish aisle, there were some Psuedomugil novaeguineae that were ninety--nine cents each, some Melanotaenia eachamensis that were three pairs for a dollar and Scaturiginichthys vermeilipinnis at sixty--nine cents for a reverse trio. I wonder if this is where Gary gets his unusual fish? 

On to the next aisle where I saw "Indy Al" peering into the characoid tanks. among them were some Cataprion mento, Acestrorhynuchus falcatus and a few Aphyocharax rathbuni just to name a few. "Indy Al" was drooling over the little beauties he saw. Entering the next aisle I saw none other than the infamous "Catfish Ginny" strolling through the catfish tanks. She was carrying several boxes that were marked LIVE TROPICAL FISH -- KEEP WARM with a blanket partially covering them. In this aisle there were very few common catfish. Some of the more unusual types I saw were Aspredo aspredo at the low price of thirteen cents each, Tatia perugiae that were also just thirteen cents each and Aspidoras fuscoguttatus at a whopping twenty--one cents apiece. All the prices I saw were unbelievably low. I wondered why more people, including pet shop owners, were not shopping here. 

Dr. Thomerson was the only person who I saw in the next aisle, the killifish tanks. One of the fish missing here was Aphyosemion gardneri! I did see a few things which I never saw before and some which I never even heard of, they included Cynolebias dolichopterus, Trigonectes balzanii and Aphyosemion celiae. All the killifish were sold in lots of 13 and all were the same price, two dollars and ninety--nine cents per lot. Jim Thale and Jack Heller would have loved these fish at their low prices. Going into the next aisle, Anabantoids, I noticed Heiko Blehr wearing a pair of sunglasses, an overcoat and a large hat. He appeared to be attempting to cover his identity. He was looking extremely close at three tanks, one with Parosphromenus paludicola that were forty--two cents each, Betta bellica that were on a special of buy one get two free and they were just nineteen cents each. The third tank Heiko was looking at had three for a dollar Betta macrostoma. In the reflection of a tank I thought I saw a tall red headed man run past me while I was looking in. Could that have been Ed Millenger? 

The last aisle, the one I was looking most forward to, has the Cichlids. Going down the aisle I took my time to carefully look into every tank, making sure not to miss a thing. Some of the cichlids included Cichlasoma bocourtii, Cichlasoma ramsdeni, Nanochromis dimidiatus, Nannacara taenia, Steatocranus mpozoensis, Apistogramma "sp." tucurui and some Teleochila cinderella. I saw Dr. Paul Loiselle leaving the cichlid section as I was entering.  

After strolling through all the fish aisles, I decided to get a few fish to take with me. I didn't want to get to many because I wouldn't be going home for a week or so. I asked for Dr. Fisheyes and told him the fish I wanted and I also mentioned to him that I wouldn't be home for  a week or so. He said he could take care of that and when he was bagging up the fish, he put them one to a bag and included a tranquilizer with them that he said should last that long. The fish I purchased were  a dollars worth of Poecilia makerupper which were sixteen for a dollar, twenty--four Melanotaenia whatchamacallit at four for thirty--six cents, a dollars worth of Coryodoras plainjaneea that were ten cents each, six pair of  Betta thingamajig for sixty cents a pair and three dozen Apistogramma unaffordabulli that were the low price of twelve dollars a dozen. 

As I was paying for my purchase I noticed a couple of guys sitting at a table in the dry goods section that looked  like Reet Thomas and Jim Miller, I thought could it be?

I thanked Dr. Fisheyes and the lovely receptionist for all their help and carried the fish boxes to my van. When I got to the van the first thing my wife asked was "How much did you spend?". I went on to tell her my Petshop Adventure and how I got ninety--eight rare and unusual fish for only forty--three dollars and seventy--six cents, they didn't even charge tax. I believe my wife thought I was crazy for stopping at such a wierd place. Now I have a special shop to go to and find the unthinkable fish that I used to only dream about.

The story you have just read is not true, the names were made up to confuse. Any similarity between the people, fish, places and things mentioned herein were intentional.  

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FISH HUNTING IN MEXICO
By JOHN-JOHN



I went into Mexico, looking for a favorite fish on mine, Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) beani. I traveled by bus until I came to the town of  Zapotilla, in the state of Sinaloa, Mexico which was on the Rio Presidio, a river known to contain Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) beani. When the bus stopped, I fought my way through the goats and chickens to get off the bus and find a suitable hotel. The first place I saw was the "Whore's Haven Hotel" which looked a little run down but the sign on  the broken window read $3.75 a night so I decided to give it a try. When I walked into the lobby, I was greeted by a herd of "cow's"! I call them "cows" because they all had breasts that hung down to their knees! They started jabbering some things in broken spanish, that I couldn't understand, so I tried to ignore them until one of them reached between my legs and grabbed me. She was a pretty little girl, I guess she was fourteen years old, and all I could understand was "Fucky-Fucky Twenty Dollars" so I agreed to try her out.  

I took her up to my room and she took her clothes off before I could set my suitcase down. Then she walked over to me and unzipped my zipper. She then reached inside and pulled it out. I pushed her back and said, "Hold on a minute, give me some time to set my stuff down, then I'll fuck you like a wild thing!" She seemed to understand and let go of me, sat on the bed and waited patiently for my to put my things into the closet. When I finished, I took my clothes off and sat next to her on the bed. She couldn't take her eyes off of me so I shoved her face into my lap and she proceeded to suck me dry. When she finished she started to get dressed, but I told her "NO, you can't leave yet, we never fucked!" She agreed, took her  clothes off and we did the wild thing. She was great. I asked her to stay with me for the night, which she did, and the night turned into days, which turned into two weeks!

I never did collect any Cichlasoma (Nandopsis) beani but I had a great time. I did catch something, though. I'm not sure what it is but it is red, bumpy, itches and is all over my groin area. I sure hope my wife doesn't notice!  

Next time I think I will take some condoms instead of fish nets.
 

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