I once had a fish that I bought from Wal-Mart named My Guy. That way whenever I would come home I would always be like, “What’s up My Guy?” He never responded verbally, but I could tell that he appreciated the greeting. I also found it funny when I would ask my roommate, “Hey, did you feed My Guy?” Stuff like that. It’s the simple things in life. Anyway, RIP to My Guy.
Also my dog’s name is Darwin which I feel warrants a mention.
Also my dog’s name is Darwin which I feel warrants a mention.