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Fed only the finest seeds by Mademoiselle Kette.
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Imperfect Clark
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Quite the contrary. Although he is the hulkiest hamster I am yet to lay eyes upon... he is a pussy.
Sunday, September 4, 2005 9:47 PM
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the dude
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My parents take care of my hamster in Saint Augustine.
Sunday, September 4, 2005 10:41 PM
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Hotpink
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Damn, it feels good to be a hamster
[img] Was going to try to stick an image of that teeshirt in here, but even after googling, I couldn't find one. shucks. [/hamster img]
[Edited by HotPink on 9/4/2005 2:34:32 PM. Reason for edit: fartknocker!]
Monday, September 5, 2005 12:33 AM
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Imperfect Clark
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Wednesday, September 7, 2005 5:01 AM
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CallMeEleanor
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RIP big guy.
Thursday, November 9, 2006 2:19 AM
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Imperfect Clark
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Cheeks out, big fella :/ Hamster deaths make me feel a unique kind of sad... it just always feels like they were forgotten or something. One of my most common recurring dreams is that I suddenly remember I have a pet hamster that I've forgotten for MONTHS, but somehow it's still alive... and I'm stricken with guilt. Like really, this is one of few recurring dreams I have, and it happens about once a month I'd say. Had one a few days ago.
Thursday, November 9, 2006 4:10 AM
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Unmentionables
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Maybe because you've witnesses so many violent deaths of your hamsters past. I wonder if they ever found Lilly's bones in the building lint trap?
Thursday, November 9, 2006 5:33 AM
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Lysander
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i can say with near certainty that however a hamster dies in a human's care is most likely a step up from natural hamster deaths
edit>> unless of course the death is anus-related
[Edited by Lysander on 11/8/2006 7:41:57 PM. Reason for edit: .]
Thursday, November 9, 2006 5:41 AM
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burnsinat0r
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I still remember the day I found my sisters hampster in the basement air conditioner drain in Pittsburgh. :tear:
Thursday, November 9, 2006 6:14 AM
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timeconsumerx
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and what've you now, shanhoney? beg little big more, boy. if ere a amster were t'be laid abreast four deep in the alls of memory, this'd be the lad. is furry head be presst gently upon the pillows of angels. if life no more giveth, then we must forgive. all forgive, all forget. thom the amster, a right little bastard he was, and a right little bastard he'd be again, if given a second crack at the ol race of the filleys. a real character among characters, a chewing little smughound fist deep in his own waterbowl. i'll miss the lil scad. pass the whiskey, peabody.
Thursday, November 9, 2006 7:59 AM
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timeconsumerx
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i r'member the time the lil bastard chewed on ere lil piece a wood and it wassa god damned cute i nearly lost me britches... the glazzies look no longer but the pictures tell the tale of your length and breadth, young champion, young mariner! deep into the seas ye rode, swabbin the deck of me galleon, a lil black at all perched up on is shoulda like crock height right there. yep yep, so god damned cute in is lil mutineer get-up, the moment of is life, a shining young buck all ripe n ready to eat the world like a peach, but oh cut down b'the wheel... isn't it the wheel that cuts us all? spinnin and rollin us to drink, taking away our sun and ner given it back! i won't have it! peabody! give me my shank! in th'name'a thom, we'll cut this here wheel from spleen to stern, deeper than ere cut fore, an we'll ave it all to'rselves then, peabody, all t'ourselves...
Thursday, November 9, 2006 8:10 AM
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timeconsumerx
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'e smelled like a spring morn, all soaked in dew n witha smella grouse on is breath... a sportsman, ya see, he it the moors early, fore the moon fell, 'e knew the birds flew at dawn, higher n brighta than a chinese firework. 'e came upt'me on the dock n'said "y'ever shot yeself a grouse ayuh?" n 'e showed me the goddamndest biggest damn grouse i ever seen head nor tail of, a right leviathan of a bird, more feathers'n ere a man in ireland could count. 'e hung it up at the docks for all t'see, shoutin "come all, shanhoney, bring your old n your young, see the greatest grouse ere shot in the county of belfast!" ah, twas his finest day.
Thursday, November 9, 2006 8:18 AM
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timeconsumerx
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n'then 'e lost that ere hat offa coasta iceland bout forty years back, fore the registry got holda things n made it all glitz n records. he jumped right ere offa sidetha boat n got that there at in is teeth, (half of ems wood anyways but all to hell), n he climbed is way up the rudder, the ole time shoutin n carryin on lika stuck pig, "let me back on, i got me hat, its right ere in me teeth!" n the jib was cuttin right starboard hard that day n he adda ride right there'n the rudder til moonfall when the winds sink back n'then'e made it up'n into the ship, all wet'n'cold, shakin but still with at hat n a shit eatin grin! "ay, i got me hat! that bloody hat, oys giv'n me the rub!" oi, that grin, that chip on is shoulda, biggest damn amster this sida madrid! i'll miss the shit out of im!
Thursday, November 9, 2006 8:27 AM
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timeconsumerx
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oh but e's lost f'rever, to the ground ye go, saint, sailor, scoundrel. off with ye! ye milked the earth right good, drank its wine, had its women, off with ye! ye ran a gallavanter's game, a real carouser, drinkin, cheatin, avin ees way with whatever it is ee wanted. a christ-damned shame, a lossa a great man'n'mariner. ye'll be missed... christ, ye'll be missed!
TO THOM, ERE WUZZIEST DAMN AMSTER THIS ERE SIDA GALWAY!
THOM!
Thursday, November 9, 2006 8:33 AM
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Nikki OLE
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My mom still hasn't forgiven me for my hampster when I was 3. I put him in his ball to roll around the house and we found him in it dead maybe 2 weeks later...
Thursday, November 9, 2006 9:45 AM
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CallMeEleanor
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Baha, holy HELL. Aaron, I miss you in the most genuine way. Thom would have liked your little send-off. I appreciate your condolences.
And Derek, those guilty thoughts have struck my mind as I threw away his limp little corpse in a big black bag. I threw away the whole cage. He needs a roomy 40 dollar abode in the afterlife just like the Pharaohs. I bought him the expensive Animal Planet bedding and a little nesting cubby thing that was entirely too expensive. But I wondered if all of the money I threw at him made a difference. I didn't spend enough time with him. There was just something...between us. I wanted him to go, but there was just that look with his chubby cheeks that kept me going with him. I can't explain it. Sniff. It's all too late now. I feel like I killed him.
Thursday, November 9, 2006 10:13 AM
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Imperfect Clark
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http://www.usfbs.com/Forums/Messages.aspx?Topic=23282
Thursday, November 9, 2006 10:54 AM
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no idea
Tampa, Fl
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^^ e-tears
Thursday, November 9, 2006 9:26 PM
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Imperfect Clark
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Man, the good hamsters stay in your subconscious, I'm telling you. As Eli alluded to, I lost two fucking hamsters during my time at Reflections. How the hell they got escaped that apartment entirely is still anyone's guess. I actually looked outside where the laundry shoot empties when Harvey escaped. God damn he was a good hamster... the Jinxy of hamsters.
Friday, November 10, 2006 2:37 AM
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CallMeEleanor
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Gah, why'd you let me buy the little shit if you knew he was going to plague me with guilt!
P.S. If anyone has a hamster, I have half a bag of food, some treats, and a whole big bag of bedding.
Friday, November 10, 2006 7:46 AM
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Okrbot23
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randomed...Thom!
Thursday, May 3, 2007 2:24 AM
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CallMeEleanor
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Aw, I was just thinking about him last night.
RIP BIG GUY.
Thursday, May 3, 2007 11:42 PM
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and what've you now, shanhoney? beg little big more, boy. if ere a amster were t'be laid abreast four deep in the alls of memory, this'd be the lad. is furry head be presst gently upon the pillows of angels. if life no more giveth, then we must forgive. all forgive, all forget. thom the amster, a right little bastard he was, and a right little bastard he'd be again, if given a second crack at the ol race of the filleys. a real character among characters, a chewing little smughound fist deep in his own waterbowl. i'll miss the lil scad. pass the whiskey, peabody. |
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i r'member the time the lil bastard chewed on ere lil piece a wood and it wassa god damned cute i nearly lost me britches... the glazzies look no longer but the pictures tell the tale of your length and breadth, young champion, young mariner! deep into the seas ye rode, swabbin the deck of me galleon, a lil black at all perched up on is shoulda like crock height right there. yep yep, so god damned cute in is lil mutineer get-up, the moment of is life, a shining young buck all ripe n ready to eat the world like a peach, but oh cut down b'the wheel... isn't it the wheel that cuts us all? spinnin and rollin us to drink, taking away our sun and ner given it back! i won't have it! peabody! give me my shank! in th'name'a thom, we'll cut this here wheel from spleen to stern, deeper than ere cut fore, an we'll ave it all to'rselves then, peabody, all t'ourselves... |
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'e smelled like a spring morn, all soaked in dew n witha smella grouse on is breath... a sportsman, ya see, he it the moors early, fore the moon fell, 'e knew the birds flew at dawn, higher n brighta than a chinese firework. 'e came upt'me on the dock n'said "y'ever shot yeself a grouse ayuh?" n 'e showed me the goddamndest biggest damn grouse i ever seen head nor tail of, a right leviathan of a bird, more feathers'n ere a man in ireland could count. 'e hung it up at the docks for all t'see, shoutin "come all, shanhoney, bring your old n your young, see the greatest grouse ere shot in the county of belfast!" ah, twas his finest day. |
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n'then 'e lost that ere hat offa coasta iceland bout forty years back, fore the registry got holda things n made it all glitz n records. he jumped right ere offa sidetha boat n got that there at in is teeth, (half of ems wood anyways but all to hell), n he climbed is way up the rudder, the ole time shoutin n carryin on lika stuck pig, "let me back on, i got me hat, its right ere in me teeth!" n the jib was cuttin right starboard hard that day n he adda ride right there'n the rudder til moonfall when the winds sink back n'then'e made it up'n into the ship, all wet'n'cold, shakin but still with at hat n a shit eatin grin! "ay, i got me hat! that bloody hat, oys giv'n me the rub!" oi, that grin, that chip on is shoulda, biggest damn amster this sida madrid! i'll miss the shit out of im!
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oh but e's lost f'rever, to the ground ye go, saint, sailor, scoundrel. off with ye! ye milked the earth right good, drank its wine, had its women, off with ye! ye ran a gallavanter's game, a real carouser, drinkin, cheatin, avin ees way with whatever it is ee wanted. a christ-damned shame, a lossa a great man'n'mariner. ye'll be missed... christ, ye'll be missed!
TO THOM, ERE WUZZIEST DAMN AMSTER THIS ERE SIDA GALWAY!
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