greetings from the sandy shores

one time i had a dream that bubbles, my pet-fish, sent me a post card from bigley's beach.

he had a gig as a beach d.j. -just like in the movies. he was present at all of bigley's parties and was widely regarded in the exclusive canine community as the premiere musical act. although bubbles seemed to enjoy the adulation, and he got numerous offers from other pooches, it didn't encourage him to find steady employment.

the card that he sent me had a beach scene featuring bigley and his favorite guests. bubbles wrote "having a great time, too bad you're not invited."

what a jerk.

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