
Way back in the day when I was a wee child and living in Kansas City with My Daddy and my Evil Step- Mom DJ, I had a pet hamster.
He was an infant hamster, so I had to feed him out a very tiny baby milk bottle. I loved feeding him so much in this way.
Well I kinda ‘over-did’ it and one day he just exploded.
Imagine my remorse. Hamster abuse. Unintentional.
I was not an evil child.
But I grew up to be an evil man.
It’s a Darwinian thing:
“Evolution”
Survival of the fittest
What goes around comes around I guess.
Good Karma?
I’ve accumulated none
(And probably too late to rack up any)
Oh wait!
John and Yoko can hook me up!
Added Bonus Value: HAMSTERDAM:
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