Thanatosian
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A co-worker of mine got this from a friend of hers, and I was rolling
Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room. "He's just lying there looking sick," he told me, "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?" I put my best hamster-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do. "Honey" I called, "come take a look at the hamster! "Oh my gosh" my wife diagnosed after a minute "She's having babies" "What?" my son demanded "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!" I was equally outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didnt want them to reproduce" I accused my wife. "Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she said this sarcastically) "No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, in my most loving, caring, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together. "Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed. "Well, its a little hard to tell on some guys, you know" she informed me (again with the sarcasm, you think?) By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, thjis is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced, "We're going to witness the miracle of birth!" "Oh gross" they shrieked. "well, isnt THAT just Great! What are we going to do with a little of tiny little hamster babies?" my wife wanted to know. (I really think she was being snotty here, too, dont you?) We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "we dont appear to be making much progress" I noted "It's a breech" my wife wispered, horrified. "Do something Dad!" my son urged. "Okay, okay" Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results. "Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma" (you see a pattern here with the females in my house?) "Lets get Ernie to the vet" I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe" he urged. "I dont think hamsters do Lamaze" his mother noted to him (women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake) The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, doc, a c-section?" I suggested scientifically. "Oh, very interesting" he murmured "Mr and Mrs Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?" I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked. "Oh perfectly" the vet assured us "This hamster is not in labor. In fact, it isnt EVER going to happen.... Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male, and occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they umm...um.... masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back" He blushed, glancing at my wife. "Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr Cameron" We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's just...just...excited" my wife offered. "Exactly" the vet replied, relieved that we understood. More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. and guffaw. and then even laugh loudly. "Whats so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my FLAWLESS manliness. Tears were now running down her face. "It's just... that.. I'm picturing you pulling on its.... its..... teeny little......." she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more. "Thats enough" I warned. We thanked the veterinarian and hurridly bundled the hamster and out son back into the car. Our son was glad everything would be okay. "I know Ernie is really thankful for what you've done ,Dad" he told me. "Oh, you have NO idea" my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.
2 hamsters ........ $10
1 cage ............... $20
1 trip to the vet .. $30
Memory of your husband pulling on a hamsters whacker ... PRICELESS
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