Um..hamster exploded
Jimbo-38, did you have the volume up to 11, again?
How many more hamsters must die while you perfect your tiny little hamster headphones?
It must be (painfully) obvious to you by now, that our furry friends cannot -
can not handle the Coke, the Remy, those big-ass Guinea Pig hos
and Death Metal Rap turned up to Eleven!
C'mon, just picking 'em up gets them so adrenaline freaked that they poop in your hand.
Put them on some Fleet Foxes or Ferrante and Teicher, Enya . . whatever -- just keep the volume down and the wheel oiled!
If their heads keep poppin' open, Dr. Dre will never put his name on your
Happy Hip-Hop Hamster Headphones. We're talkin' millions!
You Fill Me with Inertia.
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