Hi. My name’s Mick Fleetfish and I’m a guest blogger for my pal, Sam. And Sam is a good pal ‘cause I’m not even a cool cat. I’m a fish. An angelfish, to be exact. I live with my band. Here’s a picture of the whole gang:
There’s Lindsay Buckingfish. He’s very flamboyant with his black and white marble suit and his orange head. Always wants to be the center of attention. Especially at feeding time.
Then there’s his girlfriend, Stevie Fishnick. Sigh. I’m in love with Stevie Fishnick, with her long, golden fins. Sometimes she likes me, too. But she’s laid eggs with Lindsay and I always worry she’ll want to go back to him.
There’s John MacFish, whose silver with black stripes. When he gets scared, his stripes turn almost the same shade of silver as the rest of his body. Like he’s seen a ghost fish or something.
And his wife, Christie MacFish, a smoky leopard with a smoky voice. Smokin’! Yeah, she’s hot. She’s so hot, she’s laid more than 1,000 eggs with John. See them on the filter?
Our band manager was named Pipsqueak Littlefish because he was the size of a nickel when he joined the band. That’s even what he was called, a nickel angel. He’s a koi angel and is mostly white and orange. With worried eyebrows. He’s usually carrying a briefcase and worrying about how much everybody is spending. Like we have nothing else to do.
Oh, and me? I’m the one in the picture with Christie MacFish. I’m a platinum angel with a bent fin. I like to hang in the background. I’m bigger than everybody else so I guess sometimes I look kind of goofy. But all I want to do is hang out, play my drums. And blog on my iFish.
So that’s my band. Fleetfish Mac. Named after me, Mick Fleetfish, and John MacFish.
Thanks, Sam, for letting me be a guest blogger. Maybe someday soon we can hang out in person. Or whatever, dude.
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