Posts Tagged ‘Sleep Talking’

It’s been a good run so far with FFI, and although we have a few slow-downs recently, we’re still growing every day.

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13

Rainy Lake - August 2011-13 (Photo credit: fabfotophotography)

If you are a reader of one little blog, casual or otherwise, you most likely won’t understand the title of this entry, and that’s a-ok. If you’re an author, most likely you won’t either, but you should and shame on you.

This date, August 13 2011, was when over one-thousand collective brains got to see the beauty that is Fisch Fail Inc. It was also the day that I noticed our blog was becoming something of a big deal. Honestly until that point I mostly blogged for no one, except for maybe myself and Mr. Fail, but afterward I began doing it for a lil ones… I mean the readers.

Seriously though; you guys have gotten us to new heights, and for that I am thankful.

A lot of crap has gone down recently (more on that later) so the blog has gotten somewhat neglected as of late, but hopefully that will change and more posts will be on their way.

Here’s to getting 1000000 views before the end of the year!

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Fisch Fail, INC, is still a baby, still growing, still something…infant

If we were a human baby, we would be learning to speak, and maybe eat something that didn’t have the consistency of baby food. But fuck, we’ve already moved on to tacos and alcohol… Says something about us!

Anyway, yesterday we hit a random milestone… 20,000 views (and damnit, I was going to make sure I got to make this announcement!).

So, it took us nearly a year and a half to get our first 10,000… It took us 6 months, to get our second.

Lets try and beat that record (for us) even quicker.

Tell everyone about FFI, let’s do it!




A Dand New Bray!

Posted: July 25, 2011 by luzob in Random

So this is a first for me, but not the first of it’s occurrence. My “main squeeze,” so to speak, is usually not mentioned on this blog, mostly for conflict of interest issues, but this is different.

She has, at times, very interesting sleeping habits, one of the most entertaining is sleep-talking. Half the damn time when she’s speaking complete hilarious nonsense I scare her awake with my laughter. Normally I just fall asleep afterward, but

tonight is different, so (with her permission) I will attempt to

transcribe. Also, her name is Weakening Elms, for no apparent reason.

WE: “leurrr~”

Me: “what babe?”

WE: “le-e-burr…”

Me: “w-what?”

WE: (quite clearly) “Lesbians…”

Me: “what?!?”

WE: “Lesbians!”

Me: “What about them?”

WE: (matter-of-factly) “They’re filling it up…”

Me: “Filling what up?”

WE: “Nu~uns…”

Me: “Filling what up??”

WE: “…noodles.”


So in closing:

…fills up the

(FischFailInc. has never been affiliated with homophobic or noodlephobic agenda of any sort.)


So, it’s officially the one year anniversary of Fish Fail, INC. What can we do to mark this momentous occasion? Talk about what we always talk about… That’s right POOP!

Now this was mentioned a while back when I spoke of my first pooping experience. There really isn’t much to this story but it’s funny all the same.

When I was younger and living at my mom’s I had to poop and bad. This was a make or break kind of situation. I ran up the stairs, and past my mom entertaining guests in the kitchen. I run to the bathroom. My sister was in it at the time and I REALLY had to go.

So I run further down the hall to my mom’s bathroom. Here is where it gets funny. My mom has a small counter-top in front of the toilet. I forget this as I pull my pants down with urgency and sit down on the toilet with all the ferocity of a Creeper about to explode.

WHAM! I bang my head on the counter-top. Ignoring this I continue about my business, until I see blood on the floor. That’s right, I split my head open while pooping. I didn’t know if I should wipe my head or my ass. Eventually, after I’m done I go back to tell my mother what happened. She took me to the hospital, where I got eleven stitches.

Oh, and by the way… Your favourite Internet Sensation has returned!


We here at FF IT’S OUR EFFING BIRTHDAY! We are in need of celerecreajubilation! What should we do to enjoy this wondrous week? You… yeah YOU… let us know! …or I’ll stab you in the face w/ a soldiering iron… seriously…

By the way… Luz is BACK bitches!


Fisch Fail, INC is officially a year old now. Celebrate with us! Buy us stuff! Or just send us some donations so we can continue to do what we do…  I’ve got some plans for you all. Including a few tonight.

This is a public pat on the back to Fisch Fail Inc. for it’s 100th comment! Take it in, boys and girls, we’re going for a lot more, so keep reading and we’ll keep posting.

For right now, though, I will be busy watching my favorite show, so deal with it.



Posted: July 13, 2010 by fischfail in Random
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So, just a quick post for now and there will definitely more later, but for now, you should all head over to ErinLovesTheWeb’s Fischisms… Awesome sausage.


Story time!

Posted: July 4, 2010 by fischfail in Drugs, Random, Sleep, WTF
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So, guys, check this out.  Some of you may know ErinLovesTheWeb has am amusing time with shit I say in my sleep.  And I have a fucking doosy for ya’.   Apparently I had “woken up” to tell her of a dream I had.  Now, mind you, I was still asleep while reporting this…  She had been awake, on her computer, and decided she had to transcribe this shit.  So, as soon as ErinLovesTheWeb gets around to it, there is going to be an entire page of her blog devoted to shit just like this…  So without further adieu, check this out.

Christopher Walken is being held captive. Ok. So as his dot intersects Venus. Ok. He has money and has badass. He kills his one guard and breaks out of prison. By the way prison is a homemade jail cell in trees. So as his dot becomes closer to the awesome he becomes more badass and can start doing magic. He laughs at two handed weapons. So anyways after Christopher Walken kills like 400 fucking guards. He is bleeding and bleeding means death, but he’s Christopher Walken and he can’t die.

So, there it is.