Jon tries to buy a fren.

The other day, my brother, Jon, went to Petco to buy a new fish for his current fishes, Fish & Toby (named after little T). The lady at Petco took one look at Jon and decided he was an un-fit fish owner. She was something of a fish-nazi. She told him he had to have a heater, he needed a bigger tank (because each fish needed a gallon of it's own water) and she said he couldn't buy only one fish because the fish would get lonely. She also claimed that the water had to go through a nitrogen cycle before he could put the fish in, which would take up to eight weeks and that the fish would grow to be more than 6 inches long. Jon kept choosing new fish and asking if he could buy that kind and the lady said no every time. Eventually, he left the store sad and broken-hearted.

So, this post is to prove that Jon is, in fact, a loving, dedicated fish owner, who has not only revived his dead fish after it jumped out of the tank and onto the carpet, but even has a t shirt dedicated to his little ones.

Take that Fish Nazi!!!!