Thursday, April 28, 2005

If it ain't broke

My friend Bastya mentions on his blog that he isn't fixed. This reminds me - I'm not fixed either! But Mama thinks I am. I was fine to begin with. Then when I was not even a year old, Mama paid all this money to have them "fix" me. They snipped something and ya know what? I never got it back! They broke it is what they did, and told Mama I'm fixed. She got ripped off big time.

3 Comments:

At April 30, 2005 4:10 AM, Blogger Bastya and Vincent said...

Man she did get ripped off! I think I went to "They" once. They snipped something too. My nails! How am I supposed to scratch and dig with no nails! I kicked and squirmed, but They made all my nails short and dull. And they put this metal thing on my tummy called "stethoscope." Then they said my heart was normal. How could they know that from listening to my tummy? They aren't too bright, I think.

They asked her if I was fixed. She thought that was awfully funny. "Fixed? He's a HAMSTER!" You tell 'em, Tall Thing! I don't need fixing!

 
At May 05, 2005 10:33 AM, Blogger Simone said...

Yeah, tell it like it is. It sounds like "they" are a bunch of dummies! Snipped my nails too, but they grew back. I showed them! Hopefully your nails grew back too, Bastya. A life without digging is no life at all.

 
At May 05, 2005 8:30 PM, Blogger Bastya and Vincent said...

Oh, they grew back alright. hee hee hee.

 

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