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I saw the CUTEST baby rats in the pet store the other day. THE. CUTEST. I've been thinking about getting another, seeing as my cage is freak'n huge, and my two existing rats have lost any friendliness they once had after I had to leave them with Mark for two months, who undoubtedly did not cuddle them. And I miss rat love'n.
Is Bubonic not the best name for a rat? Yes, I agree. Bubonic it is.
OH YEAH! I watched a documentary last semester about mail-order brides in my anthro course, which was set pretty much where I live; actually, there were some shots of Nanaimo, but it was mostly Prince George. Anyways. I totally saw one of them today! The docu was basically about how men who meet women like this are total pricks, and when two of them came into the shop today, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. He ordered for her, ordering a large for himself and a small for her because they "weren't walking that much today".
Bitch, please! I wanted to reach across the counter and bitch slap him. And I probably would have, had I any idea what the privacy protection was like on that docu. 'Cuz I betcha any money he doesn't know that I know that he forced her to have an abortion when they found out it was a girl. If there were any feasible way for me to spit in the fucker's ice cream, I would have. Instead, I told one of the other girls "I can't deal with this one" and walked away, shooting icy glares from the staff room.
Is Bubonic not the best name for a rat? Yes, I agree. Bubonic it is.
OH YEAH! I watched a documentary last semester about mail-order brides in my anthro course, which was set pretty much where I live; actually, there were some shots of Nanaimo, but it was mostly Prince George. Anyways. I totally saw one of them today! The docu was basically about how men who meet women like this are total pricks, and when two of them came into the shop today, my eyes nearly bulged out of my head. He ordered for her, ordering a large for himself and a small for her because they "weren't walking that much today".
Bitch, please! I wanted to reach across the counter and bitch slap him. And I probably would have, had I any idea what the privacy protection was like on that docu. 'Cuz I betcha any money he doesn't know that I know that he forced her to have an abortion when they found out it was a girl. If there were any feasible way for me to spit in the fucker's ice cream, I would have. Instead, I told one of the other girls "I can't deal with this one" and walked away, shooting icy glares from the staff room.