Everything tastes like chicken
Well to finish off a wonderous week of insults, getting written up at BOTH jobs one of them for things I wasnt even there for, and someone stealing my debit card and charging an AMAZING 51.04 at a taco bell (bravo). Karissa was nice enough to call me at work today and let me know my chinchilla has died. How? When? No one knows, but he's as stiff as a new born baby. I'd almost say I got screwed more than Evan this week... but then again evan lost at poker to me due to a pair of 8's on the river with three aces on the table and a king in his hand... so ehhhh. The wake will be held right now and the funeral will be sometime after I get out of work tomorrow afternoon, stop by and say something if you please. Mr. Chin was a model citizen who had a great sense of humor and held a steady job.He was the only person I knew better then me at halo, my friend and most of all my pet...
...and now he's dead.
Rest in Fluff Mr. Chin
From the warped mind of... Last Shenanigan @ 10:18 PM
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I remember Mr. Chin fondly...
His scampering...
His... squeaking...
His... other things that he does.
And that time he pissed on everything
(good times... good times...)-T.Bd.-
Chinchilla...tortilla...Quesadilla...
hmmm
From now on I'm gonna prounounce it as "Chin*chee*uh"
That reminds me of a limerick that I just made up right now...
"There once was a Chinchilla from Stoughton, whose owner was thoroughly heart-broken.
He breathed his last breath, to his inevitable death...perhaps I shouldn't have spoken..."
Instead of calling him Mr. Chin...maybe you should rename him to "Mr. D.chin".
The "D" stands for DEAD.
Yea... well.... at least he had a job!
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