In college I got a bunny and had it for a couple of months and it just up and started having mucuosy diarhea and died. When I brought him to the vet she said, he had a rare bunny disease...that's what I get for buying from a mall pet store.
His name was Stew.
Story behind that goes...I shared an apt. with 3 roomies. Kristen--the mother figure--would go home on weekends and come back with some frozen dinners her mom had prepared for us. One night it was stew. After we ate she sat there and smiled and asked us how we liked the stew? We all looked at her...knowing something was up. We said, "Kristen...what was in it?" And she's like, first tell me if you liked it. So I shrug my shoulders and say, "Yeah, it was good." She gets Tracy and Sarah to admit to liking it... Then she says, "Hossenpheffer." sp? And we were like, "What's hossenpheffer?" And I ask, "Bambi?" And she's like, "Noo, more like Thumper."
Well, Tracy throws a fit because she COLLECTS bunnies. Her whole bedroom is decorated in them. So she promptly gets up from the table and runs to the bathroom and proceeds to vomit. All the while we are laughing and yelling at Kristen...who was quit pleased with herself. Never the less, we always were sceptical of what was in the ingredients of what her mom sent back to eat. But she sure did make great meals we loved reheating for dinner.
So the next day I went and adopted Stew...and my roommates thought that was a terrible name so I told them...it was short for Stewart.
And thus ends the entertainment for the day. Guess we can all go curl up in bed with smiles on our faces now. It was all silly fun, no meanness intended.
Except for beaner, all of today's participants are happily married ladies (most days).