In eighth grade I briefly owned a goldfish with a deflated eyeball sack.
I know, he was pretty awesome.
At night he’d swim around his tiny bowl and hit the side with his face.
Vision was a little hard for Ralph with that droopy eyeball.
He wasn’t long for this world, and after about a week in my lair, I offered his body to the porcelain Gods.
Since I was a big fan of the little guy, I’ve decided to immortalize him here, both sacks re-inflated. I figure he’d want to look presentable to the blogging community, I know fame was always a big aspiration of Ralph’s.
So here he is.
Your nighttime goldfish ghost.
Surfing the blogosphere, one pumped eyesack at a time.