Howya. I won't be doing an introduction, because, apart from opinion, this isn't going to be a me-centric blog. There you go, that's what it's not going to be. What IS it going to be? Meh. Everything, from everywhere, marinaded in a rich cynical sauce.
That being said, let's jump straight into the hamster torture.
I have great admiration for hamsters and rodents in general. The good nature of a guinea pig, the ingenuity of a rat (the single most misunderstood and wrongly maligned animal on Earth), are just two of the traits which they possess in spades.
I myself have owned seven hamsters during my time on this planet, as well as one chipmunk and one gerbil, and each of them was an adorable, fluffy bundle of fun. Fun to watch, fun to let crawl up and down your arm, etc. And, apparently, fun to chuck into a pool about the size of a soccer pitch from their perspective (watch from 1:12 for a heart-warming display of compassion) :
As you can see, that bitch, is a bitch. With the voice someone in her late teens, and the mentality (and idiotic giggle) of a five year old.
If you think I'm overreacting, then I probably am. It's a tough job and someone has to do it.
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