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General Forums => The O' Club => Topic started by: USAFCAPcTSgt on January 05, 2013, 06:26:56 PM
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In January of 1988, just one month before my 15th birthday, my beloved pet hamster Squirmy died. :(
She died due to the unknowingly dangers of cleenex tissue would be for her nesting once she got pregnant from brother's male hamster. She had put the cleenex tissue in her mouth and we presume she suffocated. I don't have a picture of her but I copied a pic of another hamster that has an identical appearance.
(http://i858.photobucket.com/albums/ab142/AKKuya/goldenhamster_zpsad507eb4.jpg)
Must be a long lost relative.
We buried her inside a checkbook box (empty of checks) on the west side of our house. There is a slim piece of property with a sidewalk along the raised lot bordered by a fence seperating a parking lot below the level of the property of the 3 story house sits on. It was very cold and lots of snow, but my younger brother and I dug a hole and planted her there.
http://s858.beta.photobucket.com/user/AKKuya/media/Squirmy_zps0c3ded59.jpg.html
The house is in the red square with a large tree covering the front yard. This is in Sioux City, Iowa. Just north of the intersection in the picture is the parking lot for the local library and just north and to the left is my old Junior High School. My High School was 2 miles away.
What does a 14 year old to do when a pet dies? It just so happens that down the street is a place where all teenage boys can go to forget their sorrows. In the highlighted green box is the local arcade. I take a few dollars and head to the arcade and feel good aftwards. :D
For you youngsters, these are the real arcades with variety to the games beyond 1st person shooter games, 2 person fight games and racing games. This was also when you got 8 tokens for a dollar and most games ran on one token per play.
I don't believe there is anything left of her after 25 years. I'm sure the worms and bugs plus erosion, weather and temperatures have taken its toll on her tiny little furry body. No tombstone is necessary. I have no reason to suspect foul play, so not post mortem autopsy is required.
We should all take a moment of silence to honor her brief but important contribution to society. Let her rest in peace.
Amen.
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:angel: :salute ive lost a few pets i know it sucks mate , oh and PS i know what a real arcade is
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I had a hampster once. It kept waking me up in the middle of the night with it's scratching and caring on. I didn't like to be woke up then and I don't like to be woke up now. I took the somebeech to the bathroom, ran a tub of water and drowned it. Threw it out the back door for the cats and went back to bed. (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk121/TheAmish/Good_night.gif)
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I had a hampster once.
Why do people insist on spelling it "hampster"? Doesn't the red squiggly from spell check pop up when you type it like that?
H A M S T E R
SPELL IT RIGHT
:mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
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I had a hamster once, and one day he got out of his cage, we looked for him all day... later that day a family friend came over (somewhat larger woman...) and sat down, talked for a half hour, etc...
After she left we continued the search - well we lifted up the cushion she was sitting on..and....well...sure enough, there was ole' nibbler flat as a pancake :confused:
I have never laughed so hard in my life.
I'm going to hell.
:salute
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Why do people insist on spelling it "hampster"? Doesn't the red squiggly from spell check pop up when you type it like that?
H A M S T E R
SPELL IT RIGHT
:mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
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Yes the red line did show up but i really don't give a funk. Ya mind gettin' that for me? Thank you.
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I had a hamster once, and one day he got out of his cage, we looked for him all day... later that day a family friend came over (somewhat larger woman...) and sat down, talked for a half hour, etc...
After she left we continued the search - well we lifted up the cushion she was sitting on..and....well...sure enough, there was ole' nibbler flat as a pancake :confused:
I have never laughed so hard in my life.
I'm going to hell.
:salute
I wonder if that's how the whole gerbil thing started :headscratch:
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please someone report redbull and uptown to PETA.
So sorry for your loss USAFcapt, :pray
I too had 3 generations of Hamsters when I was a child. One did laps around the living room non stop, he was like an Ethiopian runner on heat, he would run for hours. another was like spiderman he used to climb up walls, curtains and even up the Christmas tree! was funny seeing it come alive to find his cheeky face pointing out near the top! The last one was a bit of an escapist he could break out of his cage on any given night and his favourite hiding places were behind the washing machine in the kitchen or behind the blocked off chimney.
They all reside next to each other between our pear tree and apple tree in the back garden. :salute
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please someone report redbull and uptown to PETA.
Hey, come on now, it wasn't my fault!
A somewhat overweight woman suffocated him with her oversized arse...
I guess you could say it was a..... chitty way to go! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOH :banana: :banana: :banana:
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In January of 1988, just one month before my 15th birthday, my beloved pet hamster Squirmy died. :(
She died due to the unknowingly dangers of cleenex tissue would be for her nesting once she got pregnant from brother's male hamster. She had put the cleenex tissue in her mouth and we presume she suffocated. I don't have a picture of her but I copied a pic of another hamster that has an identical appearance.
(http://i858.photobucket.com/albums/ab142/AKKuya/Squirmy_zps0c3ded59.jpg)
Must be a long lost relative.
We buried her inside a checkbook box (empty of checks) on the west side of our house. There is a slim piece of property with a sidewalk along the raised lot bordered by a fence seperating a parking lot below the level of the property of the 3 story house sits on. It was very cold and lots of snow, but my younger brother and I dug a hole and planted her there.
http://s858.beta.photobucket.com/user/AKKuya/media/Squirmy_zps0c3ded59.jpg.html
The house is in the red square with a large tree covering the front yard. This is in Sioux City, Iowa. Just north of the intersection in the picture is the parking lot for the local library and just north and to the left is my old Junior High School. My High School was 2 miles away.
What does a 14 year old to do when a pet dies? It just so happens that down the street is a place where all teenage boys can go to forget their sorrows. In the highlighted green box is the local arcade. I take a few dollars and head to the arcade and feel good aftwards. :D
For you youngsters, these are the real arcades with variety to the games beyond 1st person shooter games, 2 person fight games and racing games. This was also when you got 8 tokens for a dollar and most games ran on one token per play.
I don't believe there is anything left of her after 25 years. I'm sure the worms and bugs plus erosion, weather and temperatures have taken its toll on her tiny little furry body. No tombstone is necessary. I have no reason to suspect foul play, so not post mortem autopsy is required.
We should all take a moment of silence to honor her brief but important contribution to society. Let her rest in peace.
Amen.
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:headscratch:
:uhoh
:huh
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I just lost my 10 yr old cat to cancer :cry :cry :cry
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please someone report redbull and uptown to PETA.
People Eating Tasty Animals :devil
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25 years ago today,,,, I awoke, in Germany, again,, did some PT, held communism at bay,, drank some beer,, ate some snitzel,got some sleep.
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25 years ago today,,,, I awoke, in Germany, again
Me too! :old:
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I'm not dead yet!
(http://i849.photobucket.com/albums/ab59/fbcutefarm/CF013.jpg)
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25 years ago I was stationed in NAS Memphis, Millimgton Tenn. I woke up went and did some PT then went to school, then went to the barracks cleaned the. Went to bed.
My life sucked back then.
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Seriously :O after 15 years you still have separation issues?
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I'm confused by this post... but it is amusing :)
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My hamster Minnie went out in a way that gained real respect for me, so I decided to write out her last couple hours:
Here is some background information that forecasted this valiant death: I was about 10 or 11 when I went on a road trip to San Antonio with my family for the day, these are the events that took place in that 7 hour time period:
Minnie is out, enjoying her first solid taste of freedom in her life outside of her cage. Filled with glee and excitement, she decided to go explore around my room and around the house. Soon, she meets the stairs. Being her tiny little size, this seemed to be the greatest obstacle infront of her guaranteed freedom away from the cage she called her prison. Soon, step by precious step becomes a fight for survival, and freedom. Finally, after much effort, she makes it down only to discover a whole new world that you would call our living room. Now keep in mind, after climbing down a whole flight of stairs and going halfway across the house, that little hamster is hungry! Minnie finally finds a bowl of food and starts to eat. Little does she realize that she is not alone. She soon notices a pair of piercing eyes looking at her, and looking hungry. Too bad the very reason she was locked up in the first place doesn't want any Meow Mix and notices the fat furry ball of goodness.
Yes, it's a cat, his name is Tiger. Minnie tries to flee, but she is struck down by the fat, 20 pound "flea R-V" and is knocked out instantly. She wakes up, bleeding, but still alive and there is still hope. She then noticed that Tiger had directed his attention elsewhere. Now is her chance! She bolts with the speed of a field mouse, her little legs pitter pattering across the kitchen into the dining room. Her only hope is to make that treacherous climb back up to the saftey of not only her cage, but her home. "How wrong could I have been?" she thought to herself, "I'll die before that vermin lays it's paws on me again." She finally starts on the first step, unknowingly trailing blood from the kitchen to the stairs. The first couple steps go by fast because of the adrenaline but sooner, with each step, she gets weaker and weaker. She then starts to hear tags on a collar clinging together with each clumsy step of her new found enemy coming up behind her. A final burst of defiance against her impending doom sends her up the last 3 or so steps only to be confronted with the worst: There's another cat! Rufus takes a smell and Minnie, ready this time tries to attack him only to do no harm. Tiger soon gets up the stairs and it's hopeless she realizes. With her back to the hand rail and her front to the cats, she has two choices: Either be cat food, or jump the 20 feet to her death. She sighs, as she remembers the many hours running on her green plastic running wheel, and her comfy warm wood chip bed. She missed crapping on the ground only to turn around and eat it again too, "ahh, all those good times," she says to herself. In her final act of courage and defiance, she steps out onto the ledge, gives out a nice double finger to the cats and jumps.
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Never had the pleasure of one these animals. In Australia they have very strict rules on imported species.
If one was to get in the quarantine department would have dealt with it like this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciai-6zzkWU