They was driving in Yossemmiitty park and

They was driving in Yossemmiitty park and they sawed a cayotee. They got out and said cor look a cayottee. Then they all died.

"That's very good, Timmy," said Ms. Pat, "but why'd you say they all died?" "The Freudian death instinct. I'm compelled to symbolically repeat the trauma of my goldfish's death."

"... Don't worry Timmy. I'm sure your goldfish has gone to fishy heaven." said Ms. Pat. "My id wants that to be true but my ego tells me religion is a mass neurosis projected by

the deluded plebe which in turn are fed by the dictatorial dogmatic machine that is organised religion." Ms. Pat's jaws dropped. "And what's more" continued Timmy "my goldfish

told me all of this! He really has a head for state politics." Ms. Pat shook herself out of her stupor. "Now Timmy, dear, you know how deceitful goldfish can be."

Timmy went home dumbfounded. Could it be true? Was his goldfish lying to him? always watching... scheming... He would make a terrible governor. Ms. Pat said so.

"WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?" He shone the desk lamp on his goldfish with the intensity of a CIA operative. The fish stared blankly. "Don't make me ask you again, Guv'nor."

"Okay, okay," the goldfish admitted, "I'm working for Mary Kay Cosmetics. Trump wants to make sure that all women in government are wearing enough make-up." "HA! I knew it!" he sai

led to the white house on the back of the giant goldfish and announced that he see Trump in person. The goldfish shied away as Trump walked in, glaring at the fish spy for betrayal