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Ringo... he's a hamster. He's an enigma. He's a role-model. He's all these things and more. Pause with me, one moment, and let me tell you a tale... a tale of a hamster named Ringo. R-I-N-G-O, R-I-N-G-O, R-I-N-G-O, and Ringo is his name-o. Ringo's not like other hamsters. He's gifted. He's really f'ing weird. He can put himself into a trance and stay in it for at least a quarter of an hour. Gazing off into the distance, as if he's thinking of a better place -- some big hamster wheel in the sky. And he thinks, and thinks, and thinks. And we have to yell "Ringo!" just to break him out of his hyptonic state. |
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I know a lot of you are probably rolling your eyes, thinking, "Listen, Matt... a hamster page? Nothing's more pathetic than webpages with picture of people's pets. Like we care." But, please, before you say that -- f'k off. He's my hamster. (Well, it's Kelly's hamster too.) So, it's cool. I can write whatever I want about him. Besides -- need I remind you -- this is Ringo we're talking about here. And he's deserving of this little tribute. |
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He's an escape artist... that Ringo. Take the lid off the cage for just one second and the little bugger's crawling up over the railing. I'm not sure what he'd do if I didn't always pick him up and place him back in his cage. Would he jump off the railing? Would he simply hang out on the railing for a little while? Would he be trapped? I know... he'd probably fall. Rule #1 of The Hamster Rules, hamsters never jump. They never leap. They fall. |
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I've never known a hamster to be graceful. They go "plop." Why do they go "plop?" It's a mystery to us all. |
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Uhm... this isn't a hamster. Yahoo! Pagebuilder doesn't have any pictures of hamsters in their animal clip-art library. So here's a picture of a capybara. It's sort of like a hamster. Only slightly more retarded-looking. It's Ringo's retarded half-cousin, Jeb. He's from the outback *. |
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* The steakhouse, not the country... smartass. |
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Click here to scurry back to hamster, lampshade. |
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