Kate was paying a pre-housewarming visit to my place, for the first time last week.
She insisted that she bought us something, and since i raved about J.R, my new fighter fish pet, she thought it's a nice idea that we get him a mate (now i am very sure he's a he-fish, cos we asked the nice boys from the pet shop... a.k.a the petshop boys - west-end-boys... side tracking..... )
Anyways, she bought this lovely she-fish, maroon-purple colour, and named her K.J (well K.J - J.R... it rhymes).
We dumped K.J into J.R's bowl, hoping that they would mate and make beautiful blue-purple babies together, although i feared that they soon gonna fight each other to death, different sex or not. However, at first, they looked ok, checking each others out... no aggressions... so we left them alone and had our dinner.
Suddenly we realised there's a commotion in the fish bowl... We thought they were fighting, or having rough sex yea... but nooooo..... J.R suddenly became so nervous, jumping about, and he ALMOST TURNED WHITE!!!! To save him, i quickly took out K.J and put her in a jar.
Pffffffffftt so much for the babies hope...
What a looser.
Men. sigh...
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