| Jan. 10th, 2005 @ 06:51 pm *Sniff* |
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Current Mood:  horny
There are two plusses to cranking the stink-o-meter higher:
1) No one bothers me. Or, if they do, they say "Ew! Stinky!" and put me back quickly.
2) There is that much better of a chance that a passing sexy male hamster will notice I am here, and not be able to resist himself. Rowr.
Of course, one downside is that Mr. Interloper Mouse then dances all over the top of my tank and poops. Yuck. Get that disgusting thing away from me. I see what ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tigergladys means when she complains about the hideously unattractive and poorly bathed persons who are attracted to her. They are like mice. Smelly, stupid, and completely uncivilized.
I wonder if there is a curse on me. How does one tell?
Perhaps there are sexy male hamsters for hire on this internet thing.
Darn. |
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exanimate
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