Right. Yes. HAMSTER No more silliness HAMSTER whatsoever.Originally Posted by Motoracer
Now, HAMSTER what shall we HAMSTER HAMSTER talk about, chaps?
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Right. Yes. HAMSTER No more silliness HAMSTER whatsoever.
Now, HAMSTER what shall we HAMSTER HAMSTER talk about, chaps?
kiwibiker is full of love, an disrespect.
- mikey
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Begonias? how strange. We usually get tulips from hamster jam.
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
Work? I want to go ride!
but the real question is: Is a hamster heavier than a duck?
and if the hamster IS heavier than a duck, then she must be....?
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African or European?
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LMAO, nice one hitcher.......
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now where's some dirt!
Dunno, just the first name that came to my head.
now where's some dirt!
Hmmm, i thinks i gots to get me some hamsters. What about guinea pigs? Are they any good??
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What? I don't know thaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhh!
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- mikey
on the up
Found on the net one day:
If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet
syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will
have you laughing out LOUD!
Overview: I had to take my son's hamster to the vet. Here's what
happened:
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was
"something wrong" with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in
his room.
"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"
I put my best hamster-healer statement on my face and followed him
into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.
"Honey," I called, "! come look at the hamster!"
"Oh, my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."
"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"
I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we
didn't want them to reproduce," I accused my wife.
"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she
inquired. (I actually think she said this sarcastically!)
"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my
most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).
"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.
"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, ya know," she
informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, ya think?)
By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going
on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.
"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience, I announced.
"We're about to witness the miracle of birth."
"OH, Gross!", they shrieked.
"Well, isn't THAT just Great!; what are we going to do with a
litter of tiny little hamster babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I
really do think she was being snotty here, too, don't you?)
We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a
tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.
"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted.
"It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.
"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.
"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when
it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried
several more times with the same results.
"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know.
"Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern
here with the females in my house?)
"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet
with my son holding the cage in his lap.
"Breathe, Ernie breathe," he urged.
"I don't think hamsters do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women
can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is
one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.)
The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the
little animal through a magnifying glass.
"What do you think, Doc, a c-section?" I suggested scientifically.
"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I
speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son
to step outside.
"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.
"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This hamster is not in labor.
In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen... Ernie is a boy."
"What!?"
"You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come
into maturity, like most male species, they um....
er....masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back." He
blushed, glancing at my wife.
"Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron." We were silent,
absorbing this.
"So Ernie's just... just... Excited?", my wife offered.
"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More
silence.
Then my viscous, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then
even laugh loudly.
"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the
woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless
manliness.
Tears were now running down her face. "It's just...that...I'm
picturing you pulling on its... its...teeny little..."
she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.
"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the Veterinarian and
hurriedly bundled the hamsters and our son back into the car.
He was glad everything was going to be okay.
"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told
me.
"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
2 Hamsters - 10 bucks...
1 Cage - 20 bucks
Trip to the Vet ...30 bucks...
Mental picture of your hubby pulling on the hamster's wacker........
Priceless!
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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Possibly the best part of Holy Grail...
Actually no make that indisputably the best
Queiro voya todo Europa con mi moto.... pero no tengo suficiente tiempo o dinero.....
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Sure was priceless. Needed that after reading the other Thread. Think I'll cancel me subscripation to the other Thread. It's not a fun as this one
Ooh Posh, spot on about the MP quote
New Zealand......
The Best Place in the World to live if ya Broke
Kia kaha, kia toa, kia manawanui ( Be strong, be brave, be steadfast and sure)
DON'T RIDE LIKE YA STOLE IT, RIDE TO SURVIVE.
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[QUOTE=Motoracer]Definetly!
wat a brillant idea rock baby
AmyLou
" We are told to forgive and forget....but if we forget what we forgave then isn't forgivness pointless ?
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mj joke funni as my friends msn name is "posh spice admitted to having an affair with mj but mj denies it and says he was in broklyn"
yuck everyone watch out for mj
lock away the kids
" We are told to forgive and forget....but if we forget what we forgave then isn't forgivness pointless ?
Soo-deep
Michael Jackson was pretty cool man, before he decided to go all weird and shit.
e mare libertas
OK. Right. Now that (presumably) I have a teenager's attention for a few milliseconds, could you PLEASE explain this bloody annoying obsession among the current school population of having stranger-than-feck online chat usernames that go on for paragraphs and paragraphs?
What's it all about?
kiwibiker is full of love, an disrespect.
- mikey
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