Do you like to get wet, Dave?

Today is the day I discovered that I like fish. Not so much to eat. Not so much to hug. Moreso to watch. Watching fish is exciting!




We traveled down to the Georgia Aquarium and checked out the fishes. There were so many!

We saw Frank and George, the two large whale sharks. I don't remember if those are their real names, but who cares, they were huge frackin' sharks. I got to see one of them poop in the water, I kid you not (I bet it's very liberating). The best part is that all these little golden fish would swim through the poop and eat it. AWESOME.

We saw some otters. The like to wrestle each other.
I saw some orange fish.
I saw some beluga. Where does the caviar come from?

We saw Bobby & Whitney, which were cold-hearted in the fact that they wore what appeared to be otter fur coats. If I was one of those otters, I would have torn through the plexiglass, chewed open Bobby's jugular, and while Whitney was screaming, "heeelllllllp! crack is whaaaack! heeeeeeeeellllllllllp!" in that grammy winning voice, I would have chewed off her knee caps, then scalped her, and then sewn together the pieces into a nice little set of casanets. Then I would have played accompaniment while she sang "I Wanna Dance with Somebody", and called it even. But that's just me.




I saw some green fish.
I also saw some sea lions. They don't look much like lions to me.

I saw some penguins.
I saw some red fish.
I saw dad's face when he and mom found the "fish scale" they purchased for $55. You got robbed, dude. Call the po-po.



I saw mom get up in my grill when she took this picture. Back up, lady.

And then there was this giant orange fish, which tried to kidnap me. Luckily mom was there.

All told, the trip was awesome. Hoooray for fishes! (except the kidnapping kind)




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