Saturday, April 2, 2005 at 11:37 PM Growin up, I finally thought it would be sweet to be responsible for life, since my parents were not enablers, I had to do it myself. I bought two hamsters... I put them in the same cage. They fought like two cute little male hamsters could be expected too.. Soon after I buried Lester (the lesser of the two) in my back yard during a snowy late February evening... My other hamster, his name was Isaac Hayes, he did his wheel all hours, I remember fondly wd-40'ing it in the wee hours because if I hadn't I would have killed this poor little animal... anywys... I learned, at a late point in life, the principal behind "survival of the fitest" and started working out regularly... Thanks mom and dad, for repressing me. I could have been a world championship body builder had you gotten me two hamsters when I was 14... ugh. On a sad note: Isaac Hayes, the hamster died about 4 weeks later, out of lonliness I presume. Their little graves are now early spring tulip gardens... RIP little guys, your flowers are beautiful.. (wipes dripping tear from left eye) —masonjar_condition |
