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Sunday, June 29, 2014
Thoughts from the Guinea Pig.
No, I'm not looking at you today. You disappoint me. No.
My hands are not pink because I washed so many dishes. Guinea pigs do not wash dishes.
I suppose I am rather cute, but that is a relative thing. Compared to you, the tarantula a few cages down is cute.
Guinea pigs are nearsighted. Would you mind taking a few steps back from the glass?
What do you mean, hamster? I'm not a dad-blasted hamster. Hamsters are the scum of the earth. I eat hamsters for lunch, I'll have you know.
So no, I do not hamsterdance and I will never hamsterdance.
Elizabeth I had guinea pigs. Elizabeth II has dogs. And they wonder about the decline of the aristocracy.
The main problem with being in the pet store is not the other pets, let's just say that.
Yes, I only live four to five years, but if I have to be around people all that time it will feel considerably longer.
Why the name guinea "pig"? Well, perhaps I am related to your mother somehow.
You may be able to afford me, but you shall never be able to fulfill me.
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dealing with others,
guinea pig,
pet,
thoughts
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