He shows you photos like this.
*Turns and runs screaming from the interweb*
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12 comments:
Dayum, that's eatin' size. I used to raise rats and mine never got that big. I guess I should have fed them Miracle-Gro.
Are you sure that's not photoshopped?
I think he knows who took the photo!
You used to rasie rats??? You are a braver woman than I, Fat Sparrow.
Mice, rats, snakes, hamsters, birds, fish, cats, dogs, all the farm animals, jeez I should have worked for a zoo!
I worked at a pet shop when I was a young teen, and I named the tarantula there "Splat," because that's what it was gonna be if it ever got out of the cage. I don't do bugs or spiders, I have a serious, actual phobia about those. Someone else would have to handle the crickets for sale; I wouldn't even go into that part of the back room.
Hah! You are another that proves my rodent/spider phobia theory.
I reckon, generally speaking, you're either one or the other. I don't mind creepy crawlies, but don't let me get trapped in the same room as a rodent. Please, no.
I have a rodent phobia and blame you in advance for this evening's nightmares.
Sorry about that, Medbh, hopefully your pooches will guard you in your dreams.
My dad and uncles used to flick bugs at me, or pretend to flick bugs at me, to get me to scream when I was a small child. Otherwise known as "How To Induce a Phobia" in the Psychology 101 textbook.
I suppose it's a bit harder to flick mice at people. Although now that I remember it, they do chuck rats in to open car windows in Tijuana to get the women drivers to jump out, and then they jack their cars.
I would give my car to someone in order to stop them throwing rats at me!
:::makes mental note:::
*starts to feel anxious*
You're safe from me unless you drive a Volvo.
It's kinky, I know, but I have a Volvo fetish.
Phew, not a Volvo driver.
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