A Very Funny Joke
An Allison walks into a pet store.
She buys a fish!
7, in case you were wondering. I have 7. Fish. 7 fish. In my room.
Jeannie bought a fish, too. However, she now only has two fish. Because two of her fish died this week. While I was watching them. YOU KNOW WHAT, JUST SHUT UP. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. And even if I did, the emotional punishment has taught me a lesson. Ok? Ok? Jeez.
Ahem. Anyway. The fish-naming process (nb. as we were walking out of the store, Jeannie realized she was subliminally compelled to buy a bright red fish because I killed her old bright red fish SHUT UP):
Allison: ok, what are we naming these monstrosities
Jeannie: im trying to think
Jeannie: except then
Jeannie: i will seal his gay status
Allison: how about...RIPPER
Allison: he looks like kind of a ripper
Allison: so back in the petstore when you said you had a subliminal reason for buying a bright red fish, I was totally about to be like "spirit of the communist party?"
Jeannie: well, partly, of course
Jeannie: HIs name is Marx