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8 years 28 days ago
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i, too, had the dead-pet mojo happening a while back.
i had fish and they would last a long time. like a week. i would come downstairs and lo and behold, the bastards would be bobbing around, belly up. didn't flush 'em, but buried them out back.
i had parakeets and adored them. we cleaned their cages, fed them and occasionally let 'em fly around so they could stretch their wings. a couple weeks later, guess who i found on their back with their crusty-ass talons clutched into a ball [no, not my mom]. what the fuck? i care for you, feed you, and cajole you with affection and you pay me back by getting all huffy and fucking dying, you audacious uber boob?! out to pet semetary you go.
i am glad i didn't get any rodents. knowing my apparent grim-reaper abilities, i wouldn't want to find those behind my fridge/bookshelf/bed.
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