Have you ever done a random Google search with weird phrases in quotation marks?
No?
Oh.
Well, I have.
And I just tried: "Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes," and guess what! Nothing came up!
But now it will.
Oh, yes.
To make things interesting, let's try coming up with a story that ends with that sentence. On your mark, get set, be creative!
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Brother #1: "I think we should build a miniature koi pond in our backyard."
Brother #2: "Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes."
The boy grimaced as he made his way up the hill. The desert sun made the beads of sweat on his face flow freely. As he reached the peak of his ascent, the girl stared at him casually.
"What?" he asked, perplexed at her lack of enthusiasm towards his efforts.
"I was just thinking."
"About..." he probed, sounding annoyed and tired at the same time.
"Well you're probably pretty thirsty right now."
"Well did you bring a drink or something for me?" He did after all agree to this trek on her behalf.
"No." Her tone didn't sound sympathetic in the slightest.
"Well I'm so thirsty I could probably drink a pond." He meant it too.
"You wouldn't want to drink a pond," she countered, "It's full of all sorts of nasty things."
"I don't care, I'd drink it anyway."
"Even the fish? My pond out back has goldfish in it."
"How big are they?" he hadn't ever seen the girl's goldfish.
"We just bought 'em at the pet store. They're tiny."
"I could eat the fish," he said defiantly.
"You would not."
"Would too."
"Prove it."
The boy was too proud to back down on his claim. "Let's go to your house right now and I'll show you."
"No!" she exclaimed, believing that the boy would actually go through with his proposal. Besides she loved her fish and would hate to see any of them disappear. Her mind raced for ideas. Suddenly, she had it. "We wouldn't want to disturb those fish, they're too settled in. How about we go to the pet store and get some nice clean ones for you."
"Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes."
You guys are AWESOME.
I wish I was clever enough to come up with a story. But I'm just a *leeetle* sleep-deprived right now, and my brain is about as helpful as a bowl of oatmeal. Maybe less. At least oatmeal keeps the plumbing running, if you know what I mean... so no story here.
Thanks for the laughs!
Melissa wound her long luxurious locks of hair around her perfectly manicured fingers. A find flaxen strand caught on her antique two and a quarter marquise diamond ring, and she winced ever so delicately as the tug of her hand separated the hair from her tender scalp.
Patrick rushed to her side to offer his unmeasured solicitude and gentle sympathy. She turned her unusually bright turquoise eyes to him, lowered her thick sooty eyelashes and murmured, almost so quietly that he could not hear her throaty whisper, fulfilling his hopes of eternal bliss for all eternity.
Could he really have heard her say those seven magical words that he had waited for trough eons of agony and desire?
"Oh, once more, my treasure. Speak to me of all that I have longed for!" he cajoled.
"Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes."
His roommate had put him in charge of cleaning the fish tank, but now he wasn't sure what to do.
The tank was cleaner than it had ever been. The glass sparkled and light reflected off the emerald plants, illuminating the multi-colored rocks at the bottom.
But all he could focus on were the lifeless little bodies bobbing near the surface. How was he supposed to know that he shouldn't use dishsoap on the tank?
Time was running out.
His sister stood beside him, clearly irritated at being called out of a rehearsal to help him with yet another one of his all-too-frequent predicaments.
"I can't believe you were so brainless!" she yelled, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Sorry, I really just didn't know that goldfish were so sensitive" he sheepishly replied.
"I guess you'll just have to tell Steve when he gets home that he needs to get some new fish" she said icily as she started walking toward the door.
"But then he'll be sure to kick me out...especially after the toaster and tennis racket incident last week." He sounded even more desperate than usual. "Please, just take me to the store and I promise I'll never ask you to get me out of trouble ever again."
"Yeah right" she snorted. But as she glanced once more at the pathetic water-logged figure standing helpless before her, she saw the little boy who she fought so hard to protect from bullies on the playgrounds of their childhood, and she sighed, her hard shell softened yet again.
"Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes."
A wife and husband we're arguing about getting a pond. the husband wanted one but the wife, did not. He begged and begged and finally she said "Fine, but you're paying for the goldfishes!"
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