( 3:23 AM ) shut up christine
My hamster died. Lamuel. Sweet, sweet Lamuel. Curse my sister, that hamster killing biatch!!! No it was an accident. The details...they are too painful *dramatically draws back of hand to forehead.* But seriously, Lamuel, or "Hammy" as I liked to call him, was the freakin coolest hamster in the whole world. Hammy was one of the many offspring of Old Dirty Bastard, but unlike his raggedy human-flesh-eating mother, he had a very sweet, playful disposition. Man, last year we spent my entire spring break together, 24/7. He was my homie, my dawg. Friends fo life. My sister and I had a beautiful funeral ceremony in our front yard. We threw rose petals into his grave and I even wore my favorite black dress. Alright I wasn't going to mention this but I've got to get it off my chest..Hammy is technically my sister's pet, so whenever she'd kick me out of her room I'd say "I'm gonna kill yo' Hammy! I'm goin keeeeeeeell him!" But I was just kidding! I never meant it. NEVER. I'm sorry Hammy, so sorry. Forgive me.
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