About almost a year ago, one of our good friend?s girlfriend asked us to look over her pet beta fish and of course we kindly accepted. Little did the poor fish know he was going to be part of something big, part of our college shenanigans. It was one of those college nights where we were sitting, talking, and enjoying each other?s company with a packed dorm room drinking beer and talking about popular college topics such as sports, drugs, sex, girls and gossip.
Any who one of the girls in our dorm mentioned us having a beta fish (girls and beta fish I don?t get it) which ignited the idea to try one of the most craziest tricks in the book: to swallow a fish and spit it back out alive. This trick was popularized by the famous MTV Jackass show (Steve-O swallowing a Goldfish and spitting it back out alive) that dominated my generation?s early adolescence. So my roommate that goes by the name of Cam started telling us how his best friend back at home had swallowed a beta fish before and spitted it back alive. Our adrenaline rushed to our heads and one of the kids in our room was like, ?why don?t you do it!?, staring right at Cam. Cam being known as a tough guy and a person who doesn?t chicken out accepted with ease. This began one of the most memorable college nights ever.
*Heads up video contains little bit of blood (amateur at throwing up) and vomit
*Don?t try it this at home w/o supervision!
The final result was that the Beta Fish died within 24 hours unfortunately. The diagnostics says it died from alcohol poison that was inside Cam?s body when he swallowed the fish. The Beta Fish which Cam?s best friend swallowed survived but ours didn?t, CPR and other shit was done to the fish before the plug was pulled and it was flushed down the toilet. To prevent the girlfriend from knowing such bad behavior had happen and her fished died, we bought her a new beta fish at the local Pet Co. She got back from vacation didn?t realized she had a different beta fish, thanked us and she was on her way. If she ever read this article or her boyfriend, forgive us we were drunk, blame it on the ah-ah-ah-alcohol.
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